Reality, a nightmare
Or an impair
You are a delusion
Stuck in my haven
Torturing me perpetually
As I stare at you blankly
A ghost chase
Dead and gone without a trace
Expunge my psyche
That is torn badly
Poetry is a chimera of one’s nostalgia
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