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Imagine yourself in the desert.

Submitted:Jan 8, 2007    Reads: 304    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

hot, dusty desert sands scortch and burn my deperate hands that search for water. Thirst. Overcome by thirst... Blood, water, anyhting, Finally... cactus spines. I can drink. Or so it seems, but i cold drink the desert dry . if only i could muster more than a drop. Long I searched the desert on my hands and knees. I gazed at the sky begging the buzzards. Please, go cast your bizzare sadows elsewhere. My eyes decieved. I saw lakes. A magical mirage cast by the tricking desert. or maybe, my delierious mind. And I dived. Just to find... hot sand. It trickles form my hands. One moment in time is a grain... eternal pain, no water.


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