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Wednesday, September 3, 2025
like a desert
Crazy,
he said his wallet was dry,
like a desert with no end.
But look—
a brand-new laptop shines in his hands,
glowing like a falling star in the silent night.
His mouth wears a mask,
full of promises, full of illusions,
words sliding like a serpent,
tricks dancing in the air.
The truth—
reality does not match the tale,
the stories he builds
never land on earth.
But don’t be jealous,
there’s no poison in that feeling,
only laughter echoing
at the game he plays with life.
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