Will-o'-the-wisp
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Last published Thu, Sep 17, 2020
"And sat in the middle of night. Somewhere in a secluded corner with my eyes closed. In the silence came a voice. Tempestuous. And I inked down every emotion that poured out.'
"Such a feeling is poetry."
A self written poetry.
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