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Love to be longed for, thinking it existed no more. He builds up my hopes, then tears down my dreams. Never knowing how much, to me, he really means.
Time is passing, still procrastinating. With much to endeavor, won’t last forever. Dream so wild, yet aspects mild. One moment in time, A thoughtless rhyme.
in the reds and blues there be a youth, looking toward mountain and sky, finding the signal there: the buzz of joshua. the whisper of the desert pine.
Sometimesbefore you arriveI imagine the drivethe dusty windsroads blown sand blindthe breath hot desertred upon your backthe drown of dripping sweata mirage, a swimming lake