Best Icosahedrons Poems
And They Call Me Legion!?The umbilical cord
Of surreals reality....
Mercilessly attached
To this shuddered room child
Inceptions twin, of the truly unwished for!?
Choked upon its arrival, incessantly
Into this third worlds realm
Destined, for pathos brain damaged
Behind these painted red doors
Of soon to be, delivered....
Atop this crumbling winding staircase, of woe!?
Bolted, inside the walls...
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icosahedrons, faith, life, time, red,
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