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Blue on midnight's glare
sets upon my shoulders
calling me to kneel before a neon God
sweltering alone I keen

The dark glower
and I hid in the sunlit psyche
Recovering memories from psychics
and long dead priests

Residing in the ego of the mad

A catalog of dialog
not recalled spill
cream churned from my anxiety
and rose as truth

Scribe in my diary
notes of dismay
bread crumbs leading home

Within the corrupt thinking
a shaken innocent
safely concealed from the night's terror

Calling ollie, ollie oxen free

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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