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

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

What Happened At The Party.

Things are quiet
the tense speaks
to the night before.
A night of too much drinking
a budding friendship fading
with the buzz
of a social construction.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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