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Waves of heat fade the vision of the path ahead. Smoldering steam lifts from the earth, From the desert all others have fled.
By Erin Garcia3 years ago in Poets
Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains. Revealing the spiritual energy of the golden hour. Thinking back to the day before but am uncertain.
Red love and cigarettes Fill my heart with warmth Knowing I will soon regret The aftertaste that forms Your fingertips send shivers
I cradle my wine glass like a security blanket I had as a child. My lips stain the rim red as the fluid warms my body. The nerves begin to subside, but I feel my actions are still somewhat wild.