The beginning of that reverie should say "Ink dark, silhouette stains, mar walls where light should gain. Fine fair, wafts and wears incense deep and plentiful and the sounds of a broken city speak riddles; minor symphonies of secret hearts"
But maybe I'm just not one for poems that begin with "And"
The beginning of that reverie should say
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But maybe I'm just not one for poems that begin with "And"