An Self Injection.
The creation of such a beautiful landscape.
And to place yourself within isn't that hard.
With a pen I tell you a story of a character of which I am.
But is it all make believe and pretend?
In good fiction their must be truth.
Clues litter the pages.
A question of who you are.
The answer can't be that far, that distant.
How could one ever have missed it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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