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Snakes in ParadiseMonday, June 13, 2011. My eyes are practically closing themselves. As I stare at the blurring bright screen of the computer in front of me. Drifting in and out of sleep,. I begin to dream in short bursts,. Like the breaths a swimmer takes as they approach the wall. I saw her face, so real I could practically taste the air. Checkered with her perfume on my lips. The oasis quickly disappeared and revealed the dessert sand. In the form of a constantly refreshing facebook news feed,. A poet is just someone.
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