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In the Somali Oasis

I see my feet then

so I can go home 

feeling the study

of my years

In the shadow of my souls

I see you wondering

into the lines of my face

I see him coolly doing

my deeds of reckoning

I say you have been

there but not in my 

mindless soul

She looks at him

and feel envious 

of his twisted deception

"never have I seen such power