Collage wasn't a dream
It was just a ploy
Withering my sanity
And made to destroy
A founder pointing down at me
A dream I beat it down
To say I was the first
Only made me frown
Mother was left in awe
That I just espaped
The very thing that made me see
Nothing, Just shapes.
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Night In The Woods: Possum Springs Poetry
PoetryA few poems centered around Night in the Woods. THIS IS SPOILER HEAVY, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED THE GAME, PLAY IT NOW. but if you just don't care and want to know what the fuss is about, that's fine.
