The centre.
Black tinged with chocolate.
Magneta?
Throbbing Flesh.
Pink, Red.
Streaked.
Where is the child?
Looking without?
Perplexed eyes?
Pained?
Uncomprehending?
But I KNOW.
I can see.
Shall I step in?
But it is all me.
Everywhere.
The other is without.
Everywhere.
How do I step out?
To be in?
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