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Aug 2019
Look out across at the standing masses, see.
Stagnant twinkled smiles, goldless false shine.
Homeless standing upon wastelands.
Playing games, wasting time with this and that as it were.
While here from atop mountains.
This here is for the real time walkers.
Walking forward with shadows abreast and fires astern.
Here is the den where lions lie.
Here be dragons
Written by
Daniel
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   TheIdleOwl
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