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Apr 2018
Oh desert rain,
watching out for me,
washing over me:
I find you waiting daily
at the day’s end.

Dear dying stars, dancing
across my eyelids,
alive, moving, breathing:
I find you more beautiful
than any woman.
croob
Written by
croob  23/usa
(23/usa)   
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       croob, --- and Johnny Scarlotti
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