need becomes dire
when thoughts from
my mental travel like
intercontinental of
you
a view white sand and a glowing fire
is the only ideal thirst i can't quench
as i drench
in daydreams of you
awaiting the reality from imagination's mire
and
this is the only game i can not name
for i claim no new hires
just as sure as you only are my flame
from a disconnected wire
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