The heated desert,
the blind mans touch comes upon me.
I cannot see
anything beyond that which I imagine.
I delude myself
saying that I see a sweet oasis.
This oasis false,
because the oasis I see is not one of water, but of love;
Your love; false in its entirety.
And this desert??
the relationship which we never had.
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