sitting in the sark, trapt in your mind.
the alternative realms of sanity you thought never existed.
the true mind is healing,
the reasons you hurt, to feel something.
the mysteries of the days never ending.
the suffering behind those sweet perfect eyes.
what is your deep secret?
what are you hiding?
the paths that cross, listen to the music
of the words we speak.
transforming us to pure nothingness of true utter bliss.
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