Earth...inside her musty tunnel..
Histories long..search..for..
The other side..digging..two..
Remember the child..once you..
Shovels cast aside..grown up..
Memories overlap..faded..
Searching for that smell..pungent..
Fruity..some thing missing..the..
Red eye of volcanic moon..shoots..
Man accrues the sky..to slowly drop..
Upon moons..Earthen mask..viseral..
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