If you're superstitious
You likely believe in things that are
Not real
But when I was a child
There were no real nightmares
So all I could believe in was magic
But as I got older
The nightmares flew right through
Across my mind and into reality
Across a void and into my room..
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Puisi"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
