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Black Spot Compass
The word
festered like a whisper
in the small limbs
on the recesses
of my mind
cancer
not the cool
tropical crab
a vision
of paradise
no
not that at all
more of a tunnel
vision
of a long hole
with no light
to greet you
at the end
festered like a whisper
in the small limbs
on the recesses
of my mind
cancer
not the cool
tropical crab
a vision
of paradise
no
not that at all
more of a tunnel
vision
of a long hole
with no light
to greet you
at the end
Published 17th Jun 2019
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17th Jun 2019 10:47pm
