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Pinch of Reality
Dazeless accounts of turmoil
Lights like candles
Glowing softly in windows
A shadow of peace
Washes at the shores
Of a small little town
Fallen out of place
Of a fabric of time
The needle missed the thread
On this page of linen
On this endless string of time
No one is stranger
Violence is legend
Sin is a myth
Imaginary
To this quaint, entrancing town
Only the magnificent live there
Streets paved of silver and gold
Uncomparable image of perfection
Our world lacks this creativity
I resided there for years upon years
Until I felt the stinging
Pinch of reality
