You possess me
Contempt me
You consume me
Making me nothing but utter delusionYou're illusions so exclusive
And your illustrations like that of patriotismHallucinations like that of whelve and ophic intrusions
So brings me to a conclusion
For then I'll be the illusion that you were looking forSolivagant I am
A resolution maybeOr maybe Lucent even though I don't necessarily know
To ruminate one would have to reciprocate
And to do that I'd have to retaliate
(LIAM)
-Leigh
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The Time Everything Changed
Poesíaa collection of short poems which each tell its own story