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Desolate Indiscretion
Desolate Indiscretion

The adobe bricks built my eyes
Your cactus thorns prick my fingers
The lack of rain filled my lungs
and your coyotes fed off my corpse
The sandstorms collected to form my lips
but the scorions you released neglected to kiss them
the camels' journey built my legs
thought your stone hard heart failed to rest them
the rattlesnakes coil your arms
and refuse to embrace my shoulders of time