not wellA Poem by FaeryQueen"not well" to rid myself of these fantasies these visions delusions i am way past my limit of temptation so tell me where does the blind eye go to recoup where does the mannequin find reprieve the stagnant stills of the world where do they find redemption? © 2020 FaeryQueen |
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