'True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind, who woos '
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vomit vol. 1
more poetry. this is more word vomit, just fluidity with words. i hope you enjoy and feel something from this.
grudges
poetry, enjoy.