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I enter the fade like a fog the night

A ghost shrouded in net curtains

A dream made nightmare made more

Where hollow eyes look up, not down

Dark patches of midnight blotting a weeping moon

Here, purgatorial blooms proliferate 

Surging in reckless monochrome 

Sprouting wherever with no desire for shade

Never accepting death’s cascading sorrows

Never believing the simple truth

That there’s nothing to feel but feelings themselves 

Because there’s nothing to feel at all

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Thank you for reading

Richard