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The Desert Room

Poetry By: Dakotah

Just an imagery poem I am writing for class.

Submitted:Sep 1, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Heat is the dictator in this place,

imposing its will on all confined here.

His Pet stalks through the air around you,

hunting for any indication of moisture.

it pounces on your tongue,

clawing at it,

filling your mouth with its fury.

the Dictator and his Pet climb inside your nose,

slip inside your ears,

Allowing you nothing but them.


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