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Dry wind gritty grating hot desert blast
Spring off a train clutching me too fast
Aware in bone the past is passed
Each minute stands to seize contrast

A mess of roses I recorded
Tangled in bed yet nothing sordid
Still silence together, the antimorbid
For loving me you’ll be rewarded

Copyright © Payge Terner

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