October 1, 2011
Oh how these ghostly remains remain here,
And how vestiges of mirages,
Are found in this false oasis,
You can not drink here,
For there is no water,
This place can not save you,
So better flee,
For the sun can kill you,
Melt you,
Set you ablazed,
I want these securities,
Maybe it is better,
To take the desert as it is,
Not like there’s an escape from here.

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