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My Mind

Oh my god, heard a bang Turned on the light, went downstairs Saw a figure in the dark gloominess of a room A knife for cutting food In his left-hand made o’ bone Whispers into the left ear of me Crucify me Crucify me I was frozen In my tracks To not move to the station And drop off my passengers What I saw Or heard of me Or witnessed of me Is now in my mind

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Date: 4/25/2020 7:22:00 PM
Ooh, a nightmarish read, excellent ink!
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