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The underground snake-ship,

November 14, 2024 · Poem 67 of 112

The underground snake-ship, The blue hour bus ride, Just so you could sit alone In those long hallways As you awakened your mind With the unassigned. You found a way to find the Sweetest peace that only exists, Like the darkness before the light That no one else cared to find.