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Jan 2017
Frozen moon in deep antiquity,
Locus of the great facility;

Where myriad souls silent wait,
For the long since coming fate.

Stars go out and fall in space,
The tugging of a loosened lace.

They come, they will, and in their hand,
Time lies broken leaking sand.
Hadrian Veska
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