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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Experience · #1043198

ream of blake

Blake-

I close my eyes.

Flash!

Entering your parallel universe.

Asleep, I swallow your dream.

all your thoughts, the sun,

felt, yes, fucking the earth.

There he stands above all the other poets.

He speaks our last words.

"Whate'er is born of mortal birth

Must be consumed with the earth"

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