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Mar 2013
Red dirt has a stain,
that goes deeper,
than cotton.
Cactus needles,
have pricked
more than just
my skin.
Dry, Hot air,
has warmed me
in places,
not touched by the sun.
I feel so at home
in the desert
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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