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Feb 2015
So the greatest temple of the Mind fell
Through endless diamond dust
Body of the volatile Spirit
Peeling away exposing
A lack of attribution
Eroding the Heart
To nothing.

I stand before desolation of a forgotten age
Like witnessing the Fall of Troy
In a marsh, stagnant tombyard
With my own countenance before it
Reflecting its sorrowful demise.
'I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.'
Edgar Allen Poe (The Fall of the House of Usher)
Cellar D'or
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Cellar D'or
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