Through this minute window
My body fills with untold sights and sounds
Phantasmagorical echoes of possibilities
Beckoning my very soul to follow
This window abruptly closes
Miscalculation of some unknown origin
Passageway to a land of wonder denied
Beaching me in reality
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| Contemplating wicked writing. |
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| I forgot the ink bottle in the first photo! |
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