That time I wanted so badly to feel
A different kind
Of dust on my boots
Red, so fine and dry‐
Do you remember how I
Begged you to come to the desert with me?
To sleep again
Underneath black skies
To feel the chill of earth, so dry
That even in summer, at night, we'd freeze
To wake at first light
To the longing, red hills
To the world: a fresh wound
Yawning, open before us.
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