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Aug 2015
Our love was like the desert.
Hot and intense.
It just went on forever and it'd be only us, for as far as the eye can see.
There wasn't much rain, but that doesn't mean there wasn't any storms.
Once a storm approached, it was harsh and dry. It could leave me blinded for days on end.
That's why I failed to realize that I was nothing but the sand.
You let me slip through your very fingers.
Fast poetry. Late night thinking.
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ABM
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   SPT and Cecil Miller
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