"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Too Much.

Words slur,
dextrous slip
of the tongue.
Too much
to drink
this time
around...
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1 comment:

"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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