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in the desert chasing a mirage of idealism. a commodity I carry in my pockets like sand weighing me down. but the oasis is everywhere I can taste it

sweeter than the dates that urge my lips to the next tree. the desert is a beach and I swear that I sweat and I cry because I am the sea. the idealism of the oasis I seek  is in me

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