A Night In Paris
numbness of mind
calmness of insanity
stillness of the voices inside my soul.
wakefullness of the person i am
screaming at the window of reality
I hear the whispers of the walls
scraping the thin veil of the ethereal.
Statuesque.
I linger on the outskirts
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