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Oct 19
Shadows of the light and solace by early demons
Veins cutting through leaves as the flowers shrink and bleed
Time ticking backwards as the future reveals itself
Past, making it's grand entrance in our minds when the present feels overwhelming enough
Mind, whirling in monsters, as the heart's burdened by its own tissues.
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