M. Renae Dubois Art And Poetry
Reality, it does not exist
Except in minds that experience this
The thoughts, impressions and the hate
Determine partly of our fate
What we think begins anew
What they think its not of you
They're thinking of themselves at first
But do not wish on you the worst
They do not care, they think they do
Remember now, its up to you
We do not know if we can say The things that ought be said We cannot post online the things We think in our own head The cameras they are...
Have you ever felt a pleasure That was intense, like of a pain A sudden stimulation That you went back for, and again You feel the magic...
Pushed along in the crowd goes The tourist in some awe She can't believe the sight and sound Of markets here outdoors In the evening...
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