Vague dust settles in the humid desert
The afternoon has been long
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I stare at the starless sky
scared of what I might turn out to be
As my mind indulges on pleasure
That constantly pierces my being
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The next day will come when the sun peeps out
When rays are glistening through my window
I may not have tremendous faith but doubt
But I shall stay to witness tomorrow
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Cascading like tendrils of a vine
Beautiful yet tangled with the rest
Where to take a sip of something divine
Is the obstacle of the repressed
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