The world I live in is not your own
I will go there over and over again
I do not see the rich seeds you have sown
Sink into this fantasy I turn over like a sin
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The Dark Link
PoetryPoems. Some for my friends, some for my love, some for my enemies, and some for perfect strangers.
Fantasy
The world I live in is not your own
I will go there over and over again
I do not see the rich seeds you have sown
Sink into this fantasy I turn over like a sin