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[kellashandra]

Are you going the desert?

I am also dreaming.

I asked you to take me, arms outstretched--
you didn't lay me down until we reach that sweet
white soil...

It's a bitter thing away from the elements.
Luke warm and out of water for too long
I congeal.

Fat rain leaves thirsty streets,
sweetly reeking in corners as
thunder wades through flattening air.

I'm dancing circles around this
town, of course, but
you knew that.