Mirage

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The heat from the sands of your love made me thirsty.

As I wandered through your desert, I knew I had to get out.

The passion was too high, the power too strong,

as I crawled towards water, heaving to get out.



But all I found, was a sweet mirage, still thirsty for your want and need.

The weight of your desire left me caught in a trap.

How easily your love had fooled me.



Amongst the heat, I felt the cold from your lips, the sun came down below the horizon.

As I continued to wander, dehydrated of your love,

once again I was fooled by your mirage.



But with your sweet words upon the bitter salts of sand...

I knew there was no out.

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