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Poetry #357
(published November 22, 2007)
Learning to Play Dead
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
The smoke rises
as I dream.
I am learning
to play dead.

The air around
my room
is engulfed
in a fire

so hot I will
not escape.
it's a dream.

In the morning
I rise drenched
in sweat. I would
rather live.

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