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my heart
it is caught in my sternum
1 count shy of 8
one 1/2 count rests between ferns and moss and rain
the other 1/2 count rumbles along dusty road and tumbleweed-
a silhouette at dusk with no purpose other than
to dance among the yellow flowers of cactus
leaving no footprints on cracked ground but whispers in the winds of the desert
cheering you on.
(go sarah, go sarah, go)

…you are the breath of the desert
your brush its life blood
your voice its dazzling stars
your eyes its keeper of mystery
your laugh its sweeping winds
your heart the sands that stretch beyond the vanishing point


i love you

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  1. 🙂


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