A Recent Nightmare: (July 13th,2020)
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In the vast corridors of memory,
Doors are opening to emptiness:
Where all life has come to an end;
Wastelands of unrequited desires;
Fresh blood that quickly dries
And stains old stones in the desert.
Nomadic strains of hunger and thirst;
No warm shapes, patterns or faces
Just cold, abstract notions;
Just the vanishing spectre of a rose.
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