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Past the road of Desire
And just a ways down from Despair
Is the realm of Delirium
Whose multi-colored visions
Drift like bubbles in the wind.
There in the shadows are her eyes
One blue, the other green.
Those who dare to enter her realm
May see her with a large dog
Engrossed in conversation
While the wind blows her hair around
And the mutli-colored strands
Forever changing color
Lead you to the conclusion
That this isn't Hell
And you aren't dreaming.
As the poision flows through you
She looks at you with worried eyes
Then blows you a kiss goodbye.
Purple mists block your view
Then you're nowhere that's everywhere
A young girl with white skin,
Black hair and eyes
Stands before you, her hand outstreached
A smile on her face.
As you walk toward her
You realize that you know nothing of Death.

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