no paths, only field

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red and grasping,
a hole humming yonder
low in the distance
the light of a
bent sun

the hole is

red and grasping, groaning
in want of a want,
a desire concrete

red and grasping,
faraway a bloody chasm,

a hole in the empty sky
a skull in a
pulpy half
a blood wreath,
ouroboros of glasgow smile

a/n look at me, making References

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