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Metapsychosis
The grub emerges
Slowly
Struggling
With wings
Of some sort
The goo dries
A flame beckons
Like a belly dancer
Her name is fate
My magic carpet circles
Eyes fixed firmly
On the prize
Closer
Closer still
Her flames
Breathe me in
Ah...
Paradise!
Slowly
Struggling
With wings
Of some sort
The goo dries
A flame beckons
Like a belly dancer
Her name is fate
My magic carpet circles
Eyes fixed firmly
On the prize
Closer
Closer still
Her flames
Breathe me in
Ah...
Paradise!
Published 7th Jan 2019
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