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Bryce Dec 2018
There is nobody to leave you in the sands,
Where you leave yourself and the range of thoughts flows freely,
And the 20 mules are stuffed in some museum--their final gift

There is no place to clean your wounds
Just sand to stunt the bleeding

The Paiute, drunk off cactus and smoking themselves into oblivion

They understood that the desert has no need for sadness
the desert IS sadness.

Searching for what? Food? It's all spiked and scared of you out here--
No love on this plane, just in the shape of things

The nick of *****

The bleed of seed

The dream

Jenna May 2014
So when my dreams came true
When I got everything I wanted,

I was overcome with joy.

Because desire isn't wrong &
You are allowed to be wildly happy

by being uncommonly blessed.

— The End —