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Third eye It's dark In here
But its warm too.
Inside the crazy
Corners of my mind
I feel you and me too.
I like it when its quiet
All the whispers gone.
I like it when its loud
voices firm and strong
What many a sided
Hedron for such vast
Corners to contain.
what oblivion
To embody such nothingness.
What thread to tie
these lies together
What monolithss of truth
Overcast thier endless shadows
What existence suffers,
Within the molten dark of home.
