Sand dunes erode away the meadows,
sunflowers turn to a shade of red,
sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls,
let’s swim here for the taste of the hue.
Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top,
spinning vortices of moon dust afloat,
the door opens, inside a hawk faced man,
he promises to tell me a story if I listen.
A large serpentine worm weaves...
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