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Jun 2014
I imagine a long string, looping through the brain.
Purple, green and blue;
shattering and breaking through.
All the tunnels dimly lit,
and the lobby grand in height.
All the swirls and bubbles; igniting my delight.
The brain is but a flicker,
a light bulb that never rests.
Until a loop and bubble clash!
That chaos is the best.
Rose Amberlyn
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