X.)

Blurred clarity

fallen into the

yawning chasm

 

Find me

Find you

us, them

 

The play between

these blood-shot

dreams

 

Embrace the

most parallel

timeline

 

Touching caressing

reality, hold on

to this translucent

hand

 

Capture the cold

fingers, of a

warm blood man

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