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Wash Away The Septum – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

a red dye given flow,

saturation of a fluid motion,

we are something more than light,

when the darkness ebbs away,

escape it must,

through the holes in my flesh,

run wild along the floor before me,

a sea,

as such,

another river of something more,

wickedness prevails,

systematic separation of the walls given,

Jericho!

I call his name,

but he comes not,

for the fellows from whence he came,

has made their home mine…

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