Just space...
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another page that ink compells,
tongues of fury over tales.
written beyond a minds comprehinsion,
words without crude intentions.
fairytale endings,
with dragons breath.
fire smote down,
with nothing left.
far beyond,
what the eye could see.
emotions run dry,
destilling me.
clouds form with brutal intent,
disguising the world,
without a hint.
minds ponder down,
forgott'n roads.
as backs are scar'd,
from heavy loads.
just thoughts to feel the page,
as fingers grip while twirling rage.
...
..
.
..
.
another page that ink compells,
tongues of fury over tales.
written beyond a minds comprehinsion,
words without crude intentions.
fairytale endings,
with dragons breath.
fire smote down,
with nothing left.
far beyond,
what the eye could see.
emotions run dry,
destilling me.
clouds form with brutal intent,
disguising the world,
without a hint.
minds ponder down,
forgott'n roads.
as backs are scar'd,
from heavy loads.
just thoughts to feel the page,
as fingers grip while twirling rage.
...
..
.
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