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step by step along the path they carry me
mesmerized by the spell itself, unaware of reality
all my world has slipped into the halls of memory
all of my possessions, my friends and family
fading like a distant echo by a faraway sea
there are only toadstools
placing my steps in front of me
(not on them)
taking me away to the unknown
i don't care where i go
it doesn't matter
there are only toadstools
Fungus does weird things to my mind, except when it's cooked on pizza. We have toadstools in the woods... millions of them growing over the now-buried sticks I used to mark the edges of my trail.
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