Blood SpecialA Poem by Davidgeo.the winner he never plays to win for miles across difficulty over mountains through jungles through waters over decades extremely, inherently.... there is always this thing existing for things never to be seen never not underneath like a ghost of a ghost of a dream and/or nightmare dressed always disheveled is this joke that was never meant to be funny but it gets told none the less... there is this, what works and there is that, what does not yet still always the goal is always to go and always without an exit plan without the objective in hand lies an end that is always unplanned dead or alive no one really gets out you die to live here you live to die there if you're lucky... it's just a game that gets played
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