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Oct 2020
I ask you the same,
you come to this ruin at dawn
Connected occurrences,
backlit alleys
a black light town,

Your paranoia set,
eyes of infra red
met the ultra violet
holograms in parting glass
neon mardi gras

Psylocibin spoke
you couldn't archive hallucinations
all the while
upper west side
about ready for the next slide
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