The Snake When the night gets cool And the people go out of their cubicles; Riding my little

metallic horse, I drive through the city. While my mind explores the border Between dreams and reality, I see the long creature in the bac mirror, I see the sna e, !he long animal, of which I am part of, !ravels with me and fascinates me with its white and red colors, shining as some cautious drivers bra es firmly. We came from a sna e offering an apple. We learned to hate this creature. We are going toward metropolis, where, When the dar comes, the sna e returns.

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