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A Prairie Song
As the wind blows across the prairie,
My heart cries out for you.
Like the shrill whistle through the dry grass.
Five months I’ve been away.
I miss the sight of you.
I miss your touch, your smile.
Bound across the sea of golden blades
I wander in my dreams.
Why must you be so alluring?
Decadent cocoa concoctions in shiny wrappers
Bitter and sweet zing on my tongue.
I can barely resist you in my presence.
I yearn for your smooth texture
Morning and Night, and all the minutes in between.
Whether solid and cool or liquefied and steamy.
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