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Sunday, September 05, 2004

Oasis

Ocean of loneliness stretched out before me,
anguish burning and bountiful like hot desert sand.
Salvation is an island in the distance.
I seek the shelter of your verdant eyes,
sip the sweet waters of your love.

© Elle Lassiter, 2004
Posted by Elle Lassiter at 11:25 AM

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