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Jul 2017
Spiral in the irises my dreams do
down into the pupil gaping wide
what goes to hide
it stays inside


In tepid wanter rot the mortal fools
No one knows why.

In livid water boil angry souls.
They explode.
From the pressure
*it stays inside

Down into the pupil gaping wide
like dreams do
Written by
Yozhik  20/US
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