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Apr 2023
Echoes of that lying indulgence
for the ideal world left out in the open;
calls to you.

And due to the loneliest somber room
you've kept yourself as a prisoner,
all you do is try and grip the walls

Forever looking into the lens
with a filter of that serene land in your head,
a dream that you continue...
to live through.
Brumous
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Brumous  16/King's guillotine
(16/King's guillotine)   
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   Thomas W Case
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