"I" the cosmic fairy of arcane jukeboxes.
"I" the drag queen of fascile kingdoms.
"I" the voice that echoes in silences.
"I" the words that write blank pages.
"I" the fusion of shrapnel wood and charcoal fire- of paper and pencil.
"I" the false bravado of bestial truth when it faces the liars chair.
"I" the wildflower of uninhibited laughter
and "I" the solemn weed of strident tears.
Lost in my world, in my dream, in my truth.
Me, myself, I.
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