I turn to my listless lover in my banal dreams. The two of us lack lust and passion has run off with the wind. There’s no rain to lament our current state–this drought won’t spring new roses.
Like a dog sniffing determinedly in the rain . . .
I’ve lost the scent of love and I can’t get it back.
A Cornered Gurl 
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