Sunday, September 18, 2005

Playa recollections, per my new direction

The sweat cakes the playa to my skin. I can feel every drop of sweat run down my spine carrying the essence of the burn over my sensitive chapped skin. My cheeks burn from tears that clean cracked rosie cheeks and lips of burning weeks. I leave you here with every dust filled breath. My memories of playa time, a dream you found of mine, a future to redesign we burned together our memories unwind.

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