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Afternoon on empty hills again,
baking ground beneath my feet,
aching for a break from solitude
in the sprawling August heat.
Sometimes a sign of life comes echoing
across the windy plain to me,
the distant sound of laughter beckoning,
too far away for me to see.
Skim the surface of a silent pond
locked between two barren fields,
fading in the arid stillness here.
Can’t remember how it feels:
skin on skin beneath the cool of night
and the soft reprieve of stars,
searching through the singularity
for everything we called ours.
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