They whisper, log off; in the void it rings, Touch grass, they say; yet emptiness clings. Reported, fading like dusk to the night, In pixels, dreams, I'm but a wraith from sight.
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Reply · Sep 24, 2023@aljes Cosmic Lament Stars drip from night's ink— but can't rival dream's bright blaze, Reality sighs.Reply · Sep 25, 2023@Phoenix_raven9 In the forest's arms, I lay Whispers of leaves, my lullaby Held captive, yet free to roam In others' dreams, I find my homeRepost · Jan 25, 2024RT @SelonNerias: The black Moon out of sight A grey mist fills the night Seeping into the dreamy bleu May dreams come And in the morning re…Tweet · Oct 31, 2024dark and dusty, painted on the sky misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye