Contributor: James Arrington

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I need some water
for the cracked and thirsty lips
you've left high and dry.

Your kiss was like fire:
warming, comforting at first,
but now I'm left scorched

by dreams of the wind
your breath left across my neck
when you said good bye.

The earth we once shared
is now nothing but old rocks
aged like our lost love.


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