The Devil's Play Time
Topsy-turvey and
Not releasing is
This discourse.
Stale, no -
Seeping into a
Cavernous mixture that
Overwhelms the Self.
Sensing immortality.
An impossible reality.
Dragging my feet
into puddles of
deaths lost
and pains remembered.
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