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Dec 2011
Desert of mine,
So cold
As I melt in your blistering sun
Why do you leave me,
Stealing the wind
Rain
And voices
Now the only thing left
Is the slowing sound of my heart beat,
For my soul left long ago.
Azlynn Jane Andrews
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Azlynn Jane Andrews
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