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Wake up!

You can 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 now, young
Her dark red hair
The 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 cheeks slide down the cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth kissing snakes of rain

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