by an oasis

underneath a shade  
let me hurt  
to tell the old man about you
give away a piece of my illusion,  
but not the actual pain,
I never comprehended his words  
about suicidal dreams,
undecided about a way to decipher
a vision of me  
hot in the shade  
next to an oasis
a visioned mirage
hiding the next oasis
that I could never reach,
just like you.
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I think I’m numb  
taking strokes from the sun in stride
alone to ponder this trip with jitters of hope
holding my breath  
for your return  
to tell you I want to trip
on the fault line
to end it here
a pure, un-tampered message  
underneath the shade  
by an oasis.     
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