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Fake crumbling granite glares downward at me from wizened stone; he must surely know I’ve watched him shed his grey; wings free He’s left his post, while I have watched him go. I cannot sleep, I dream of gliding stone that hunts my soul, for I have seen His sentience, and my knowledge he would […]
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Dim lit streets are my only home And down their dreary lengths I roam Forbidden to ever enter a door I will roam the streets for ever more. For being a lethargic loaf I’m damned To forever be exposed to the land Exempt from entering an edifice at all Never to take comfort in a […]






