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i asked you to stay

as if you should know

that this fleeting moment we share

is just a desert mirage

hidden behind layers

of arid heat

and dehydration

soon to never be seen


hold me

i said

for in my bones i feel

come tomorrow

my warmth will no longer exist

spun up within

the embrace

of your intoxicating cocoon

one last time

i long

for you to take

the coarse surface of your thumb

and study with care

the trail of my cheekbone

without disappointment

leaking from the corner

of your cloudy eyes


i asked you to go

as if you should know

that sometimes

what i say

and what i mean

are like two birds

flying blind

in the night


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