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Light prism-3rd dimension respawn portal
Driving fast,
wheels turning at the space of time and speed.
windows rolled down,
vampires draining all the blood they need.
hair frizzled,
whipping,
in the chilly hollow autumn wind.
my skin soaked up,
choked up,
all the dying days October sin.
wheels turning at the space of time and speed.
windows rolled down,
vampires draining all the blood they need.
hair frizzled,
whipping,
in the chilly hollow autumn wind.
my skin soaked up,
choked up,
all the dying days October sin.
Published 30th Oct 2018
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30th Oct 2018 6:31pm
I have to say, the title is fantastic and the poem feels to me like a narrow escape from some cruel reality
