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Wake up, you can't remember
Where it was had this dream stopped
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me, old, she's, no young
Her dark red hair, her white soft skin
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look, she's coming in here
I can't live through each
Slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain
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