It flits from ear to ear
A swift vector of hate
And the weak echo its whispers
Cheering in false freedom
From within its cage
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Oneiric Ink: Poetry Collection
Poetry[Completed] An eclectic collection of my poetry, some accompanied by my artwork, swayed by the turbulent mood of my mind and the world around me. Some rhyme, all have reason, but there's no rhyme or reason for their order. Poems are mine. Artwork is...