Bad Poetry? Blame Neil Gaiman
No one writes dreams as well
As the one who knows he is a dreamer
Who treads those dustry twilight paths
Of wakefulness and sleep.
That those who paint their lives afore
With brazen vivid hues
May know that mists and shadows make
A truly graceful muse.
As the one who knows he is a dreamer
Who treads those dustry twilight paths
Of wakefulness and sleep.
That those who paint their lives afore
With brazen vivid hues
May know that mists and shadows make
A truly graceful muse.
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Have you read his zombie day poem?
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