PSYCHEDELIC DELIGHTS

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A barren wasteland.

Nature has forgotten.

The sun ignores.

Green no more.

Ahead awaits the mansion.

Its residents not living.

Watching through the windows

All who dare to visit.

A maze of rooms

Offering psychedelic delights.

Of times gone by

And life forgotten.

THE DEAD GAME

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ALL BY MYSELF

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when blue is blue by chriseastmids

In the dark of night,
a plant grows by itself.
Around it the land is barren.
No colors shimmer in the darkness,
besides the deep blue of its petals.
It hangs its head down low,
weeping for its loneliness,
waiting for other flowers to bloom.
But sadly, it must wait in vain,
for no other plant will flower nearby.