In my digital dreams
of brutalised beauty
the last look loners
never look back
nostalgia is nothing
but an onslaught of senses
enigmatic eels fill up my screen
the rosie romantics
have lost their ideals
the violets are vanquished
by unseasonable change
i quietly quit
without yielding my self
to fanciful fractals ~
isn’t life strange
The Dreaming Path 
This is awesome, I’ve had concepts for a similar poem, but could never get the right structure in. From beginning to end, very solid poem, I like it very much!
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thanks :)
if you look here you will see how i reached it https://napowrimodreamingpath.wordpress.com/2018/04/03/day-3-band-names/
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very good write
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thanks
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This became the featured poem for Day 3 on http://www.napowrimo.net/
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