Shadows pass me flying by; street signs Reflecting light leaving ‘lectric visions trailing far behind. Strange colored crazy patterns stealing my sleep. I drive down lonely dark roads trying to escape this maddening state but it’s grim prescience haunts me to this day
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J.H.Byron-Nuel (
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Edgar Allan Poe? He seems shifty to me, and strange.
Thank you for reading. You seem to be my only fan. And I think Poe is great I just read a book about his fictionalized youth. It was about how he lost his muse. That piece I you read I wrote when I was about 19. I haven’t written anything new for years. I think I might’ve lost my muse.
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