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One cannot see
What one cannot touch. - Helen Keller
presence baffles
the feeling
spinning forever
on this wheel I've fallen off
nothing is real
all is lost
electric volts
strapped on
none relate
to me
a stranger
to my name
faces bestow
in a corner
rotting
bust down
no light
no darkness
within
something
never a heaven
a hell
I wander forever
ahead
beyond mountains
painting hearts
lonely void
black world
Horror
take me
escape myself
drifting toward secrecy
where colors collide
my quest
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Maria A
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