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Mar 2017
This desert
reminds me
of my heart.
It burns
hotter than hell
during the day,
before growing
colder than ice,
beneath
the moonlit night.
~ my heart sins beneath the moon.
Hannah
Written by
Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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