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Filip Feb 2019
Glorious mind, speak to me,
Offer only the darkest desires
Haunting motives
Raunchy passions
Awful prayers
And murkful ideas.

Allow me not be certain
Of where to locate
Pure ideas and thoughts
We all dream of.

Stifle security
***** out our peace of mind
Refuse entrance to water,
Make room for blood.

As we further this

Humanistic inquiry

Into ourselves.

— The End —