Famine of the Mind
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I had to go though this time.
(never) thought of before.
And I returned.
I returned there. . .
Only to find myself in these places as I was.
But never recalled. . . again.
They call out my name.
I hear the promise of a time I thought I existed.
And I am filled with blindness.
Everything - everywhere.
- Marco
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