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Jun 2015
There once was a cage
pierced by the heavens
and plagued by the moon.

I saw you break out.
I cried, and you fled
into the river.

Tumultuous tunes
sang for your splendor
my candid princess.

I heard the gods' moan.
I saw man's revolt.
I tasted freedom.

And then I realized.
The stars remain high,
the story is told,

and I always die.
Things happen when you listen to Purity Ring at 2 AM, and they are all magnificent.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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