The hairs on the back
of my neck raise like the heads
of praying masses
the desert still feels
like the loving embrace of
cacti, snakes, and you
the sand and your hair
end up lasting longer than
our time together
(quote from my buddy jaeger)
"That crow carries your
soul." watch it struggle in
the mojavie's breath
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