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It’s a wasteland out here
dry dust and blowing again,
cold then hot
light then dark
and your words slide against a sandpaper’s hot
friction on skin
tongue on limbs
and fucking you is all
I’m remembering.


Wasteland Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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