The following is a stream of consciousness exercise by Jonathan Hand and Tabish Ashfaq.
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I am searching for something,
Grasping in the dark at fallen, decayed fruits,
Blinded by billowing winds of sorrow and salt,
Deceived by ditches in the dark, dull despair of dread
Until, amongst my anxiety,
Led by licentiousness,
I fall upon you,
Beautiful one.
The haunting cackle of bells
Tease and torment the innocent.
Fidgeters and hiders are scattered
Surrounding the entrapping well below.
Sly snakes connive together,
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