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Apr 2020
How this palace is brightened,
Every hint is beyond the naked eye.
Less and less,
Loves opinion matters.

Here we are, guided away,
Even the spirits distance themselves.
Lingering between us is nothing,
Literally nothing.
Written by
Eli
141
   Colm
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