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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The Desert of Sinai
Send me to the desert I am a rebellious child My clothes won't rot I'll be fed every day I will spend my time wandering through arid sunsets and craggy, windswept wild.
The wind will blow into my ears Your promises curses and secrets.
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