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Sep 2018
I've sat at its edge and pondered it
This great gaping chasm
Unexplored and impossibly deep
Surely it must be unnatural
I thought to myself
That such a place
Should not exist on its own
I heard tales
That if one peered down
Into the abyss long enough
They would see what used to be
But I've been staring at it for days
Curious, wondering and expectant
But all I see is...


******* what the hell is that thing?
Hadrian Veska
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