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Many vines overtaking
an old building
condemned for many years.
I hear the rustling of leaves,
the chirping of birds, the quiet
sound of the wind washing
through the leaves.
Just behind the rusty door
of an old metal shed
I see the most deadly
snakes and spiders,
a viper behind me
hissing all the while.
Sitting in the middle
of the room
I see a sleeping woman
with a bird on her hat.
