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Marked
Time shows as the water flows,
Freshly grown petals bloom
In the misty morning hue.

Inhaling my psyche’s mark,
I scale peaks never seen before.
Anchor my soul, hold me down,
Lest I slip into the clouds above.

Stars scream,
Spiders scatter,
Talking crows caw,
Time crawls,
Dead leaves descend,
Snow falls,
whispers through the trees.

Unknown,
Transformation,
Psychosis.

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