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Spaceminded
I’ve drifted in space,
In endless, boundless darkness,
Escaping the allure of evil.
Where sound fades away,
yet voices still whisper,
Silent screams echoing in the cold solitude,
Invisible to all, no matter how present I am,
Like a symphony played in reverse or a piece of art unnoticed,
Where time seems to crawl in slow motion,
Adrift in a single, unchanging direct...
Friday 26th July 2024 4:44 pm
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