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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.

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Written by

azlynn-jane-andrews

American

For You?

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azlynn-jane-andrews

American

Published: Dec 29, 2011
LinesWords: 1042

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