#NaPoWriMo: Writing



Searching for Midnight,

you crawled across the pale desert,

turning dust to stars.

Out of that oasis came your girl,

her eyes shining with dreams,

yet you desired not her.

A cold gunshot rang through the air,

you jolted awake, finally home.

Staring at you was that blank page,

calling you on to another journey

toward the keyboarded dawn.


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