Twisted

The sun burns hot,
the shade sizzles cool.
My thoughts become distraught,
as i begin to mewl.
The incantation of my mind,
has reality twisted
I've found nothing to find,
except fact that fades to fiction,
i yearn for recourse
but i run these woods forlorn
this is life's remorse
my mind to me suborns.
- Aaronroy's blog
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