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Writing my poetry on this lifeless page.

The only retreat for my inner desire,

When reality descends upon me.



These words are the tears I cry:

They are endless and pristine.

For I long untouchable dream.



So another page is written at sundown,

While I wait for the full moon to rise;

Which reflects my lonely soul.



Beauty so divine, is out of this world

And poets live amongst the living dead

With their heart exposed on a hollow paper.



At least I can find comfort in these words

And lay my restless soul to sleep;

For my will is written on this lifeless page.