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chapter 5 Fall
in days
stranger then
the atheist dream
fall arrived
like and yearly echo
lost in nomansland
thoughts
get narrowed
while footsteps make noise
over rocks on the road
back to the woods
the perfume of water
is now one of rotten leaves
presented by the rain
that is flowing down the hill
as night comes
directions vague
instict takes over
from here
there is only
you
you that won't to go back
to the cold world
that couldn't hear you
that world
that is now blind by circus lights
not like you
standing in the silence of nature
standing in the athiest dream
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