I can't decide if you
are hidden within my thoughts
or stashed away deep
within the orifice of dreams.
Too much time goes by
before I taste the
warm rains of Heaven-
(there's still a drought)
I'll wrap myself in sepia tone-
confuse you into letting
me be your queen
of any day.

by Joyelle Osburn

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It may seem that drought dries the heart, but it won't. Sepia...I like.