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Jan 2019
Humanity sleeps
But where I don’t know
The suns grown dim
So far from home
I wander the wastes
In hopes to find
Where we slumber
And unconscious reside
Few waking remain
And evermore sleep
Down in the womb
That form they might keep
Yet wander I will
Alone if need be
For I am one in name
But in spirit made three
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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