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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1223939

A poem made when I wished to smash reality.

I grow weary of the predictable illuminating light,
I thirst for a hollow color spectrum night,
Where reality is denounced,
Consumed by the void,
Indulged by the world, taste, sound and touch,
Felled by space is sight,
In a hollow color spectrum night.
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