Poetry, Quill

Paradisical void.

Every night I close my eyes,
My thoughts keep wandering,
About the broken world,
What brings me back,
To a place I call mine,
Is the trembling tune,
Of a bumbling buffoon,
That loves me as if I,
Was its only paradise,
And gets lost in the woods,
Of my empty little eyes.

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