WHITE SANDS.

WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO

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we raced the sunset to the Southern Border,

2000 miles and some change, 

just to sit on a pile of Gypsum Crystals. 

She jumped out of the car before I could even stop.

I watched her run up the dunes & into the sunset;

scattering every piece of clothing she had, 

while stuffing my two back pockets with tecaté.

besides beer; 

the only other form of liquid 

was the water that filled her eyes.

[I had never seen freedom quite like this]

"whoever said diamonds are girls best friend, 

must have never experienced the crystals of White Sands"