~The Fool's Muse~ |
The Inside |
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I seem to be lost, within myself here is sorrow, there is poetry I pass a cage of regrets, clawmarks score the walls tears again, they are born here too. The root of my art resides here, the shining numbness of being rained on so hard, that you become part of the storm, and see the wisdom of the elements. The need to create, and build, the tools are all here. And the devil that dispenses them or an angel, without care. And in the centre, a beating heart cold and blue the goddesses took it for their own and my own true love, I gave it to Now it's my own again and with it, I made everything and, even if it is broken... I will bring it back!!! |
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