Erode the Human Spirit

In the desert of my heart,

Where everything is dry,

In the sand dunes of my soul,

There are no tears left to cry.

In the ice pits of my love,

Where everyone is blind,

I wait for the fiery words,

Of a lover fair and kind.

In the essence of my being,

Lies dryness like a bone,

An empty, sad dark hollow

I'll forever be alone.

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