we arrived at five

The rain arrived at five

And the noise of the drops against the roof

Reminded me

Of a year and place

As sure  as

You might be having your own memories

The desert always remembers

The promises

And the Desire want what the desire want

&

The water is coming back to the sea

And we are all lost

Some are just better at lying to themselves

 

 

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