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Nov 2013
A crowd of men at your boots,
and I leave you all, to your party.
To return here, where you are not,
and sit. As the entire world collapses.

All around you, completely. I see only light.
All else fell down. You are left, alone,
amidst the rubble and dust of my dreams,
with me lighting my life with your eyes.

You sit there, unaffected by the devastation,
and here, devastated, I see all of the ways
I cannot enter that space, leap into that dark,
without disturbing the nature of your game,
and bringing you too to ruin.
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scribler  London
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   Chris Obiora and unknown
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