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Run
as fast as you can.
Red shades of dismal
flowing fear
melt to the glass of sand.
Hide
in the hollow hidden dry.
Drink down the spell
of earth and hell
indifferent to the sky.
Lie
forever un-seamed.
Face down amidst
the death of sound,
black holes of melody.
Sleep
to the blood of setting sun.
From spiral dreams
look down at ...
Friday 15th March 2024 9:52 pm
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