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I love me, and that place

I clambered
down that hole

at the tip of a sharp point

My instincts missing

yet it was another tantalizing plan

life versus death a profound mystery

but now in this present form

just

silent and still

to
the roots

to the last place

in My whole life

from the outside

floating in space

looking down at my face

it shocks the faithful

and seems to clash with all that is sensible

but the last poppy smelled oh so sweet
infinity was of the essence

and yet every moment had to be

a last gasp attempt to win a game

of

scag solitaire
to die for