I see the skys with eyes wide open
Clearing all my doubts  
About the horrors of existence.
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The land of Kissberry?
That connects the 'present' to an old memory.
It's the same old story,
The sun going  up,
and the air going in,
in to the soft damaged lungs.
A cold comfort wrapped
around the neck.
A carrot and a trek.
A dusty  period!
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But it was a stranger day,
Today!
The warmth of the sun felt strange-
The range of a subconscious child
Came to an end,
And energy kept going in.
Seeking shelter on thoughts that kept the mind at peace- (in divine)

Under a shelter somewhere deep In hell.
Somewhere deep,
I feel my body's heavy,
Hearts  lonely,
Lost but happy.

I am Steady and ready to survive,
But after a baby-nap
And a mellow drive,
I'll be up foot.

To experience this land of
Euphoric memory,
Which I call Kissberry.
Close your eyes and go back in time,
To the only beautiful route that's not star-ry
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Inception between the two roads-
The memory and the present,
A travel opportunity for the psychonaut,
Till a hopeless comfort   transcends.