performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Despair And Misery In Darkness
Introduction In this story, I use two forms of AI, one for the picture and one for the music, which features the poem as a dark metal song. The words and writing are all mine and I will never let AI encroach on my words.
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