Dreams, mixed with sex, the yellow
becomes purple, and the purple pink.
the entrance is every where,
the north,
the south,
the east,
the west, even up, and 6 feet below.
my dreams, our like dust on the floor,
you can see the beginning, but the
last part, not even close.
still the entrance is every where,
the north,
the south,
the east,
and the west, , , even up, and 6 feet below.
DAVID GERARDINO
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