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Subterranean

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waters edge…serene
…deceiving
Shadows creep, sliding against
malachite willows…
waving to-
the lights glint
…between the ripples
and a heavy wind
sways side to side…
to the rhythm
of beating hearts…
-pulsing-
deep below…
where only darkness grows
an ink bottle spilt
its seeds ever blooming
secrets-
still untold.





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