Pages turning, blowing, burning
Mind is blurring, tearing, stirring
He is here - He is there
He is East - He is West
Ink dripping from the pen
Confusion and surrealism when
Late nights bring dreams
Dancing, dropping, daring, doing, dreams
Staining the staring white space
With silent spills of speaking black
He is here - He is there
I could write him anywhere
Pages turning, blowing, burning
Mind is blurring, tearing, stirring.
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