I once believed in magic
That sand turned to glitter and gold
That all men were good ones
And the young never became old
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PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
Once
I once believed in magic
That sand turned to glitter and gold
That all men were good ones
And the young never became old
