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Dusty drapes ripped to shreds Pristine carpets now flecked with mould Windy gusts blow through the windows Time ticking, growing old Pots and clocks shivering in the cold A lone candelabra giving heat Looming gargoyles' fixated glares A petal falls, smelling sweet He presides over a hollow husk A castle once proud now disguised Unkempt greenery peeking between cracked bricks This new reality, he denies Fearsome howls cut through the air Echoing his fight so resolute Torn canvas of family paintings Reflecting the Beast's solitude
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
The Beast
Dusty drapes ripped to shreds Pristine carpets now flecked with mould Windy gusts blow through the windows Time ticking, growing old Pots and clocks shivering in the cold A lone candelabra giving heat Looming gargoyles' fixated glares A petal falls, smelling sweet He presides over a hollow husk A castle once proud now disguised Unkempt greenery peeking between cracked bricks This new reality, he denies Fearsome howls cut through the air Echoing his fight so resolute Torn canvas of family paintings Reflecting the Beast's solitude
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
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