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[alwaysevil]

in off white
thinking
where truth is a creation
a puddle sticks its black
gaping fillings on an
open spot.

and black thinking
makes a run
trace from toe
to hip
and zig zag back down
again.

when remembered,
the effects aren't charming
they stab they jolt
a fractured mess
of spongy hearts
and apple cores.

always in proximity
to that greater state,
for nearer or farther,
that possibility lies.
a blanketed island
of sand sweeping away.