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Super Seeded

Pereneal knobs 
that turn the sacred tomb.
Moving forth the peer view window.

Look into what they place
into your head. Super seeded
nonsense and no sounds.

You travel on a bender.
Bliss that is like a wisp
that is turned over a gutted
with one hundred eyes,
a demon spawn.

It shivers and shakes
what you call a day.
All that information
locked inside a parasite
of the poem, of your mind.

Give me some space
to organize my times.
The years that I told
myself were fine.

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