My Third Eye
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Calling upon my
third eye
I continue on
my journey
Traveling through
forrests of thick
thistles
One pricked my
finger
yet I travel on
In the canyons of
my mind
I grope to find
my way
I cannot stop
I must not stop
My jorney will
never end
until we reunite.
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