The pain proves existence
Of love, fear, the heart
It needs a release
It bleeds through the art
And runs through the pages
Characters change
As if foreign thoughts
Were put in their brains
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The pain proves existence
Of love, fear, the heart
It needs a release
It bleeds through the art
And runs through the pages
Characters change
As if foreign thoughts
Were put in their brains
Good poem
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