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Pain and fear...
A blanket of stars, covering the night.
Under the spell of the steel-white moon...
He looks like a glass doll put way up on a shelf
Something not to be touched...
What you see
Is what you get...
She runs through my dreams,
And haunts all my thoughts...
In my profile
is a sweet image...
The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...
I saw the moon
the other day...
you thought it ended,
and that you fell...
Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out...
A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...