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28 · Aug 2020
The Lonely Feast
RJ Lindsay Aug 2020
At the depths of time,
Sediment and sea,
Things begin to sink more frequently,
And down and deep,
Where the water stays cold,
A fish of knowledge
Will feast and get old,
She has no mate,
no companion in life
But an unlimited feast
preserved in the night.

— The End —