Rift [Self Wrote Poetry Sessions]

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I climbed down deep
past the bloody tire tracks
reminiscent of the past
scars etched into the heart

past the cells that create
the bars that keep plasma in
looking deeper until i came to a light
a marvel of the likes I'd never seen

Hidden in the shadows behind
a six toothed tomb of bone
clear with some rough edges
reflecting life behind blue...
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