Category: Poetry
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High desert skies
Danger tastes metallic on the tongue. Life necessitates invention and reinvention. Excess. Inebriation. Nothing tops high desert skies – alive, electric, and growling.
Danger tastes metallic on the tongue. Life necessitates invention and reinvention. Excess. Inebriation. Nothing tops high desert skies – alive, electric, and growling.