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Desert city 

Exploring the epiphany

Seasons change… people’s aching changes,

and here I am ripping apart my veins for a dislocation.

There are memories and then there are those quiet details of places,

both attractive, both makes you crawl under a bridge and live in comfort.

There’s a place where I make smokes into mystic evenings, there’s a place where I see a woman…

you can forget everything for her,

there are cactuses and undressed suns over those crumbling dunes.

You can always feel the compassions in wet clothes…the humidity in eyes,

all here, in this pragmatic place.

Perhaps I will get a better erection for words and my night murders in future,

in different coordinates…

But there will always be brackets around this small infinity…

I am dead for this place now…but you never know the living me can always come back here with a storm through old hippie sunset.

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Photograph: Google.

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