Promise.
For reals.
Winter Pennsylvania 2006 12/17
Heated air
Lungs become a desert
Sheets full of sand
Dunes beneath the small of the back
Patchwork of itching lines
Cracking roads of skin
Naturally thoughts
Move to wars in desert countries
Smoke threading into sky
The violence of skies
How they never end
Keep pressing down in blankets
Fingers always tipping the edges –
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