Cigarettes and Wildflowers

Somewhere on the side of the road between the hot tar and the cracked desert.

Like the earth’s skin. With its pores, its hairs, its imperfections, but without perspiration.

Somewhere on the side of the road between the hot tar and the cracked desert.

Like the earth’s skin. With its pores, its hairs, its imperfections, but without perspiration.
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