A Faded Reality
There are times when I find myself lost within my head. The music blaring, the lights dimmed, and the simplicity of the outside world peering through my window; All seem to go hand in hand when inspiration comes about. However, inspiration is a fleeting thing, and so I confide in my little black book... This is a site of oppresive and joyful poems, so feel free to find one that suits your taste.
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