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Sep 2018
Uncontrollably
Do they shudder in the dark
Outside the old wastes
Of Boedevon
Neither moon nor sun
Have touched that place
Since the last giant fell
In far southern sands

Only those creatures
Hideous and ******
Still linger there
Ever resentful
Of what they have lost
though they cannot recall
What that may have been
Hadrian Veska
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