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Aug 2018
here

a word

there

a thing

here a feeling
there a scale

here a thought
there a tail

here a whisper
there a wing

O how deep that dragon sings

here a letter
there a number

page by page
it takes shape

sharpening
in its sleep

waking

from its

dreamless

slumber
Written by
Ciel Noir
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