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Code Red
Footsteps seem louder in a journey's breath of
time of ancient caravans in the sands giving birth
to man in fifty degrees of moonlight Code Red.
Dripping stone-cold dead through my mind's
catheter listening to the echoes of a distant star
fading. Into the infinity of the Zodiac's lusting veil
through the eyes of fears with whispering footsteps
of Neanderthal
time of ancient caravans in the sands giving birth
to man in fifty degrees of moonlight Code Red.
Dripping stone-cold dead through my mind's
catheter listening to the echoes of a distant star
fading. Into the infinity of the Zodiac's lusting veil
through the eyes of fears with whispering footsteps
of Neanderthal
Published 28th May 2024
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