I sought
somewhere away from thought
where hearts are cursed
inside a hearse
riding atop my dream
and the host
begs to expose
to all, my routine
wheel of thought
of rouletted flaws
tumbling in the dream
oh w-
ell I
might, as well
enjoy the ride
in peace
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Poetry"If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool." - Carl Jung