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Jun 6
The desert does not care how thirsty I be
The sun shines on me
Remotely
But I still be
Kissed warmly
By his beautiful heat
Even if I’m thirsty
I stand beneath he
Sweating freely
Hoarse voice
Still speaks
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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