No. 046November 14, 2024
Unassigned
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.
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