TranceA Poem by Su' NacnetafA deep breath of anger and despair silenced by colors of a nature unknown beautiful melodies appear out of thin air I feel this body, here, but not my own It is only a matter of time yet the presence is crooked, unstated everything but pure, everything but grime rejoiced, deeply loved, but hated How come it is preposterously taken? Never fell asleep, yet now I awaken.
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Added on February 12, 2015 Last Updated on February 12, 2015 Author
Su' NacnetafAboutYou Are Romanticism You are likely to see the world as it should be, not as it is. You prefer to celebrate the great things people do... not the horrors they're capable of. For you,.. more..Writing
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