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Jan 2014
quicksand waves of
sunsets as I
sink into umbral
moments of internal skull
watching.

pictures play upon
my eyelids, dancing to and fro--
whispering foreign
thoughts to my neurons.

as i open the curtains of
my physiognomy, light
prickles my corneas, signaling
the retreat of my
midnight adventures
into the darkest
caverns of my
mind.
tayler
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tayler
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