burning desire

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carried over
by fast lightning cars
in desertion and wind you ride,
miles and miles over
where hearts once bound together
wore nothing but each other

and as dark skies pull them in closer
buried in tents, outdoors, in the summer
they cry as broken birds do
when missing the warm touch
of their mother.

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