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Bound

Fog takes center stage
as time is truly lost
bled out into the wild
where souls are bound then tossed
 
day into night into day
a thirty six hour affair
one enters
then disappears
 
cold steel, spiked with violent heat
mystical moments melding into place
warm lips centre
a forgotten human race
 
we're stuck
open palms impressing upon bare bottoms
tops rising to the god
the machine spins and we cycle
 
eyes mist towards the wonderment
has spring begun her rise
it's not goodbye nor hello but happiness
that waits for tomorrow's song
Written by JusTim_
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