DesertA Poem by M. Davisdust calls my heart home although I’ve never been in that expanse I am now trapped in the titles of this city feeling the need to get away into the sun and dirt where you are as unknown as the icy fingers of a winter breeze in that place I hope to find a part of myself always known missing I'll never understand a place I've never been calls me home
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