Quandary
Laid my head down with some ire as my pillow Brain is enigmatized; Saw quagmire peeking out my shut window Heart is traumatized. Bliss-filled darkness, Tragic brightness; Should I let go or stay? Every trice is a quandary. The harder I reckon Of this as a fantasy The more the senses beckon This could be the reality.
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