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The group of us
where, late at night
in the desert. He told us
to run and we were off
of the ground because
our feet could not touch it.
The cloths covering us was caught in
the wind and when we
got to the
smoke it turned back into
fire. Then our feet turned
back to shoes. Our eyes changed
from blue to brown, but we
still only saw the night sky
and whoever stood next to us
and the cigarette invariably
in his mouth, floating like
it was more than an memory.

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