Pseudo Delights

Blue Midnight Speechlessly outspoken words lie dormant just below the surface with silence simmering  seeking that spark to ignite and/ or awaken the inner notion of fight or flight surviving on steady rations of pseudo delight his pen effortlessly moving across hollow landscapes leaving tiny traces of soul shapes meager glimpses of his heart’s ache in between true being and dreamscape he yields to the night…unaware

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