Immortal Flush

To be considered immortal you must be spun
Through time and fabric
Done and Done
Across the times
Through the hurt
Without a breath and put to work
Seeping into paper like ink
Your blood soaks into the world
Your here forever
And gone never
You've entered a new world with the same scene.





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