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Poems Of The Mind
For some reason I have an need to write about the mind. This I suspect is, because the mind is kind of like heaven on earth. Depends upon the works of the mind. The mind can lead you to terrifiying yet mysterious thoughts, but can also give you pleasure from the exact same thought. So I write about the mind, so here is my poem Creative Mind.
Dreams of myth upon our brain.
Takes its toll and takes our sane.
Creative vision of fictitious stations.
Individuality of several new nations.
Enchanted witches dance upon skulls.
Entering a void where everyone falls.
Kinds of fantasies that make us insane.
A place where there is no one to blame.
Well now that you have read mine, I would like to read some of yours.
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