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Feverish with need. I roam vast deserts of dead land and dark caves in search of reprieve. Drinking up thirsty stars, and wandering obsidian nights aimlessly. Like a flower in the desert, surviving off of water I make. Fractal me. Painted in scorched strokes faded by longing.
Tisha Dee✨
Janaka Stagnaro
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What a great stanza, Tisha🙏❤️
Poetry, parables, articles — spiritual, life-lessons, Waldorf education, artwork. 11 books. www.janakasartandbooks.com
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