You don’t seem to make much sound,
Though, your scenery is confound.
They say your mysticism makes them fidgety
Yet, you’re my escape from all the absurdity.
You seem to be my only company at times
Though, I can only walk through you in the eventides.
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Distant Reality
Poetry*Rating: I'm not sure if this should be PG or G because I dont know what direction I will take it yet -on description wise- Just in case I made it PG. This is my set of POETRY! Some of these upcoming works will also go into what this world has...
