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Jan 2018
old carcasses showed me the way
they envisioned the world.

have you heard the tales?
the stories that speak of
the end of the world.

a flat world, that is;
the edge were monsters congregated
and prepared themselves for the prey.


that world is trapped inside a bauble,
hanging on my overdue christmas tree.
8.1.18  /  15.25  /  something my brain spat out about the loss of respect for the ancient times.
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