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Sep 2018
I was in the desert
My lips were potato chips,
My skin was a raisin.

The same land a savior was raised in.

The same wilderness trial.
Not 40 days but 20 years.
Behind me, temptation.
No water.
But gold enough to buy it.
Women enough to lie with.
Kingdoms,
My own islands.

Why then.

Did i choose you.
Looking like an oasis.
I'd say shes all i need.
One pond alone.
I just need one sip.

As the heat gets hotter.
I reach you
I cup hands.
I wanted water.
You gave me sand.
Written by
Popleocan  20/M/Lonely
(20/M/Lonely)   
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     Sue Huff and Kanishka
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