bluecityveins

a free ride inside my diseased mind.

cement

cement

laying on a  pillow
eyes closed
the voices are deep
the voices seep in.
the rain season.
steaming brazil,
and a canopy of wilderness.
misty rivers curve carvings into the land
chasing its streaming tail.

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