The dehydrated,
tired camel wearily
shuffles up the
rocky mountain.
At the top--he
sits, and stares,
and sneezes.
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Looking eye to eye,
smiling,
our cheeks filled with blush,
stomachs filled with butterflies.
She looked so beautiful,
laughing, enjoying life.
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Running around,
restrained,
blind.
My heart knows
who I should be loving
but my lover
I can't find.
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The fire blazes,
washing out the cold,
as our group huddles
around the
campfire.
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