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"I See Old Ones"
Behind my eyelids I see Old Ones Ancients pressed upon curtains of all that's past, present, and yet to come. Behind my eyelids I hear Red voices Grandfathers whispered truths pierced, withered, choked through corridors of time. Behind my eyelids I travel suspended Grandmothers poised stoic, unmasked, parched between dreams of mine.
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