The Desert
You really think I want to be here?
Wandering in a pile of sand.
There’s empty stretches of nothing.
Yet you lick your lips dripping with moisture.
Your words are mocking, even if you don’t intend them to be,
There’s plenty of water! Come! Drink!
You think I desire this place?
I desire my lips to be cracked with need?
I know [...]
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