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"The Doors" Wake up! You can`t remember where it was. Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed & shrunken. We were afraid to touch it. The sheets were hot dead prisons. And she was beside me. Old, she`s numb. 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 thru 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... |