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Emotional Desert

Like dunes of a barren desert,
My soul is beaten,
Too weak to create an uprising,
Lifeless in this scorched realm of havoc
That one would call a body.
Beaten and broken,
It rests inside an empty shell,
Seeking refuge inside a mollusk oasis.
The rains of inner tranquility,
Are memories of more temperate times.
Ages when storms of joy raged on.
A caravan of nomads,
Emotions wander to psychologically uncharted destinations
Within the Sahara of my persona.
Oh to let the hurricanes of pleasure
Sweep across this wasteland once more.
Drench this barren desert
With the rainstorms of your existence.

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