Dark and big near the slime

Sinister and splintering beyond the fire
I absorb arid snares under the mud
Repent! The bastard will be born
I am transparent before the mud
I prod tiny meaning beyond the dreamscape
Dig it! The passion will go
Dark and big near the slime
We shove invisible toads behind the flowers
Alass! The day keeps going
darkening unseeing
walking out of the world
so many roads to choose from
With what memories
our neighbour
leave his home
taking a chance

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