In Betrayal Of Disgrace Corridors Swollen Of Empty Canvas Mental Blocks Stacked Up In The Form Of Walls Empty Canvases Hate Swarmed My Composure As I Looked Around The Gallary For Some Form Of Inspiration But Remained In My Single Mental Box With The Door Locked I Stare Out The Palace Walls With The Palce Gaurd Conceling My Love For The Outside Rehlm As I Stare Outside From The Golden Balcony Of Overlooked Stars And Then My Hands Began To Shake As The Palace Crumbled From The Earth Swarmed Reinforced Quake And As I Hit The Floor Blood Swarmed And I Wondered Where I Would Wake)
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