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Dec 2014
It seeps through like a stream in the woods
It creeps up to me like a snake readying for its prey
It’s dark but yet intriguing by its power
Its black but gold
It consumes me from the world, taking my thoughts
Taking my mind, play tricks with my eyes
It controls me, darkness
Insanity it is insane
It drips like blood from a cut
It is still like tall grass that the wind doesn’t blow
It is insane
It is dark yet holy, it is a no but then a yes, it is the stars but yet it is space, never focus never telling the difference
Is this Reality or just a Dream or a thought that is too vivid or is this insanity
Katrina Zechman
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Katrina Zechman  24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach
(24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach)   
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