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First of Two

They are many things
Defeat
Broken and decrepit
They flinch
The hefty earned the sky
It croons
That there is no beauty
Therefore there is no admiration
There is no inspiration
"There is only Reason"
They lament
But the land is not despaired
For it is but art
The sky sighs
The white extols
The sky moults a tear of its garden
The anew grows yet still groan
The sky scoffs
They do all but presently despair
For no despair is reaped in these lands
And no hope is sewn in these lands
Harmony
Dearest moon.

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June 23, 2016 at 9:38 PM

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