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the chase
1000 colorful shadows float around my head
rejoicing in the depths of solitude
they take no heed
singing to the skinless drum
Fate has a circular charm
Tin soldiers caught in the fire
with three madman awaiting their charge
The hounds in their hundreds chase the singular fox
Standing on the hill
dark giving in to light
I cried
kissed the cities outskirts
the abided moonlight
skirted the countryside
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Antony Glaser
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