Poetic Illusion in book form for those who prefer to read the physical book rather than reading it on a Kindle or other tablets
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Atmosphere
You are not the air I breathe
The sunrises as the moon sets
And existence is mine alone
Not to give my soul
Watch my spirit die
Trampled on red grapes
Makes wine
Sour, bitter juice
Drips from lips swollen
Eyes darkened
From too many nights
Sleep deprivation
Wrestling with ghost
That won’t let me lay
Down in peace
Look out into the
night and
Gaze up to the heavens
the moon
So far away and wish
Sorrow was even farther
Not right here at
finger tips
Sharp needles pricks
And bleed
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