Searching for Headlights

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Maybe I’ll get out

Of a desert dry

Climb the skyscraper drought

And drop from the height.

Avoiding the supposed ‘mirages’

That frequent my mind,

Yes, I see a cactus plant

And the sand massages,

And that familiar feeling of a boot

Upon my behind –

But now I look for headlights

To avoid the corrections

And suggestions to save your own might,

Although I still look for cars with caution.

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A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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Erika Fischer-Laine

Erika Fischer-Laine

A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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