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Rustic beauty hides beneath
a coat of arms known as 'despair,'
Up some spiral staircase
attached nondescriptly to a wall,
A cold, forgotten mirr..
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Galloping away from the philistines,
thunderheads lapping at its back,
Humanity is stepping out of line,
the naysayers will have the last laugh.....
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Never was one for school work,
but you were...
Getting through each day unmarked
by cretins with tunnel vision,
It was nothing but a priso..
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The open, gold doors,
where ghosts frantically travel,
these dust settled floors,
incomplete sentences unravel...
The slots within the walls
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