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tid sah (Tom Atlee), 1969
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Look into my eyes. You do not dare! Your emptiness is manifest; it howls inside your skull blown hollow as the air All ocean mouths are licking at your bowels. You think you are a person. You are wrong. You're just the same as everything, but not for seconds do you know where you belong. The color of your lungs springs sparking hot. |