Writer's Flow

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I draw borders doomed to be crossed

Create kingdoms left to crumble

Goals destined to be reached

Conflicts prone to blood

I write ceaseless, fantastical worlds


Full of dragons and drakes

Packed with Space travel

Stories not for the faint of heart

Nor the political press


I write on a mirror

Reflecting my feelings

Turning them into words

Making solemn tragedies

Or joyous miracles


Ceaseless possibilities

Worlds of poverty

Lands of prosperity

Territories bathed in blood

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