I'll add to this. I have some more on my computer, and I may put it up tonight.
All my art/poetry is, just, spur of the moment. I work on it some (often for days) but I can't bring myself to screw it up for weeks at a time. The only poetry I ever did that to, turned into crap.
"Leave a false World behind-
Pass through the Lens-
Leaving a World, age lined.
Fall on the Winds.
He will lead you on, and through-
(this world of danger)-
There is but one, and one path true.
(Though he seems a stranger)
Look through the Dreamers Lens-
Where the false World dies-
And the real Dream begins"
-in progress-
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