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ADYNATON
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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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