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This Place

Hannah Weate

No escape from what is coming 

As you slowly drift away

No escape; no use of running

For all those who enter stay

 

No escape from what you face

Sorry, this is just the start

No escape from this forbidden place

No control of this fine art

 

A place of fear and depression

No sound as you scream and shout

A place where you may even learn a lesson

 As the hourglass runs out

 

A place where you’re in full control

Dark, then bright, imagination

A place, like a big black hole

Of nightmares on rare occassion 

 

A place to let your mind be free

A world with no restrictions

A place no one but you can see

Outside of all types of afflictions

 

For things may not turn out as they seem

After all... this is just a dream.

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