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Nov 2019
no darker
than a winter afternoon
a long winding road
without a single abode

Hell is
no hotter
than your mother’s plugged in iron
the mouth of a hungry lion

Hell is
no further
than your subconscious mind
your dreams and past combined

Hell is
no different
than the bane
of your existence
sandra wyllie
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