The Desert
i miss you like
the desert misses the rain
ive adapted to
live without you
ive buried everything
we grew
and if we meet again,
disaster will strike
but there is one thing
about the end:
i will still be here,
i will benefit from
disaster,
and you will be the
one coming back
to me
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