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Nov 2019
Delirious mist settles into a mind paralyzed with illusions.
A slip is all it takes.
No sound it will make
to fall
into a pool of black
with whispers of colors never seen before and time has yet been discovered.
It is nowhere yet everywhere.
X marks the spot
the destination
yet X has not been found.
For X has never existed.
There is no destination.
Allie Dotson
Written by
Allie Dotson  20/F
(20/F)   
307
   Sue Collins and Bogdan Dragos
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