Colours through my eyes light up night skies wings of my mind leaving memories behind shouting through my thoughts yet quiet as a mouse look into my brain welcome to the butterfly house
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Poetry that Poisons Those of Sound Mind
PoetryA Space of Words that Normally Come Together in a Sequence of Rhyme
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Colours through my eyes light up night skies wings of my mind leaving memories behind shouting through my thoughts yet quiet as a mouse look into my brain welcome to the butterfly house