My dear desert friend,
How's love truly a fiend's game,
When words are lost, love.
Dream of our lives now,
Dreariness consumes it all,
This must end gently.
Winter my mistress,
Why did you not stay so long,
I miss your cold winds.
People walking tall,
Living with fear at their core,
Why'd you live at all.
The heart screams cold blood,
The mind paddles through the flood,
Soul flowering bud.
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