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Another night on the tower ten hours of my life to waste A watchman to watch over the camp but who to watch over me? The light deserts god's empty work till it's just this candle and me In a trojan horse erected out to liberate the free. I watch the crescent moon go up, its as if she's drawn the short straw too. Never a companion, this cosmic block is just there. I think of the women of my life
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
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Another night on the tower ten hours of my life to waste A watchman to watch over the camp but who to watch over me? The light deserts god's empty work till it's just this candle and me In a trojan horse erected out to liberate the free. I watch the crescent moon go up, its as if she's drawn the short straw too. Never a companion, this cosmic block is just there. I think of the women of my life
feelings of loneliness in my room. wind blowing
henrybrooke
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
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