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

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

You Get What's Coming.

Who said
I cared.
All I did was
raise my eyebrows
and pretend
attentiveness.
And now I'm left
with the fruits
of my labour.
An apple
rotten to the core.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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