Dun·geon

2025-11-18
1 min read
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The moment I touch pen and paper,
I get transported into a dungeon
where every word is a TORCH LIT,
every line a corridor carved,
every stanza a room conquered.

Down here there are no distractions,
no scrolling minds,
no hollow voices.

Just stone and silence,
Just grit and PIT.

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