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May 24
I long for You —
I pant for You —

Desperately, I scream, internally,
Till my face is blue —

Here, there is no water,
Only rock, capturing no dew;
But devastatingly reminds me:
There is no home but You!
Poetry from the archives… I wish I knew how long ago I wrote this, in re-organising my poetry I found this oldie and wish I'd taken note of the date. Oh well…
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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