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No. No one will reunite your firm body.
No one will resuscitate your feverish sands.
Never again will your mouth open its double petals.
White garments will not swell above your breasts.
Loneliness commanded salt, silence, gulfweeds, and your silhouette was devoured by the sand.
Your wild waist was lost in the distance, alone, without contact with the imperious horseman, galloping through the flames until death.