The OtherSide
Sickly musk protrudes into the ever-vulnerable passages
the senses of those who have lost theirs
leading to my core
searching
for naive new life to suck
mistakes are thick in the air
two poisons are passed between dead men
Orange lights
shine overhead
can't decide
between
Heaven and
Hell
The tunnel
much like the one
we were pushed from
no telling
what's on
The OtherSide
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