I keep staring
At its unending trance,
Sheets
Of gold,
Cladded
With red beads
Feeling the hug
Of a passion so warm;
Filling my soul
With a million thoughts.
Greed-
I know it lingers,
Behind the golden face;
An appetite, insatiable.
what is creativity and how it induces sleep.
1 week ago

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