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For years in the desert
hauling my own corpse


A drop of tear
a stain of blood
were long gone
to prove my existence

I left the whole spirit
behind me


The light of the moon
and the stars
gently infused
through the skin


becoming part of me
ever in the cradle


This poem was composed with #1 Prompt: The realms of watery emotions for “a 30 Day Poetry Challenge” on Write Under the Moon.