My eyes are practically closing themselves
as I stare at the blurring bright screen of the computer in front of me.
Drifting in and out of sleep,
I begin to dream in short bursts,
like the breaths a swimmer takes as they approach the wall.
I saw her face, so real I could practically taste the air
checkered with her perfume on my lips.
The oasis quickly disappeared and revealed the dessert sand
in the form of a constantly refreshing facebook news feed,
Christian just made 18 months with his girlfriend, great.
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