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The truism of a fading facade Diminished novelty And vanished reverers Blinded by an idle fancy Treading on the periphery Of disgrace Closer to horror Than to ecstasy The vacant spaces Are growing dimmer Tangled in high lonesomeness In your kingdom of grey.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Grey
The truism of a fading facade Diminished novelty And vanished reverers Blinded by an idle fancy Treading on the periphery Of disgrace Closer to horror Than to ecstasy The vacant spaces Are growing dimmer Tangled in high lonesomeness In your kingdom of grey.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
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