May 8, 2009
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an eternal tunnel,
dark and stagnant,
drips with rancid despair.
insatiable desires,
long forgotten,
rise to the surface and
the thirst burns the
back of your throat.

an infinite hole,
echoing with the earthen
stench of loneliness.
here the lost
seek refuge, and
missing socks come to
play in solidarity.


here is the obscurity where
your hand is masqueraded
from your eyes
by the ashes of
once glowing embers.

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