Poetry,
rhyming,
sounds,
everything and nothing said on an empty page.
Love,
laughter,
sorrow,
capture the attention of the reader like a burning book.
One look,
one movement,
one word,
destroys walls and castles quicker then anything else.
Fear,
Hate,
solitude,
keep me within my own castle's walls.
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