there's billion lovers to choose from.
I'm not expecting to see your shadow
in the desert, after all.
Screaming your name
to the top of my lungs
I feel the lizards staring at me
like the sun in winter time.
All my dreams with you
are now flowers floating on the sea
Dry faded blue flowers lost in time
screaming your name.
I owe you everything
a lover can owe to his heart.
Its a burning sensation
...an endless flame.
A.
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