
And so there, it was me
The river of chaos twined through the wood
My mind-strings saturated with
The pungency of self quandary
What darkness of light
Poisoned black the vibrations of my heart
Enthroned in place of purity
A wicked twist of thorn
Would I denounce such beauty?
The river of chaos twined through the wood
My mind-strings saturated with
The pungency of self quandary
What darkness of light
Poisoned black the vibrations of my heart
Enthroned in place of purity
A wicked twist of thorn
Would I denounce such beauty?
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In a way, definitely. If I've learned anything from Tom it has to be the fact that sometimes when you're feeling something you want to express, it may have to come out in a way that makes no sense. Not having to worry about making something coherent kicks artist's block square in the nuts.
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