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Aug 2020
Reach into the hole in your head

          follow the trail that consciousness bled
    
     leading you down Paths never trod

               planes never Seen by the eyes of man

     unsullied by preconceptions

or illusion of plan

          the Blood flows and the trail grows

spilling over into Colorless Night.
Michael Djinn Croe
Written by
Michael Djinn Croe  108/M/The Cherry Tree Forest
(108/M/The Cherry Tree Forest)   
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