I suddenly felt inspired
and also lovesick
Duke Orsino,
If music do be the food of love
Give me nothing but beeswax
I will plug my ears until I hear nothing but the blood rushing to my cheeks
And the tears coming from my eyes.
I've grown weary of this music
The instruments I listen to are seldom tuned
My appetite has so sickened
And so
It died.
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PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
