FATES
Like gargoyles hanging in dim space;
peppered with their own fragmentations,
these can sometimes be cruel. I shall
die before I move away from here.
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No longer reading a card, I mix my
pantomime - of part deceit, part truth,
part story, and part glory. The coast
along Mount Tenebrae is no different.
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Someone left an old shack behind. Maybe
I can dwell in there, without a key and
without a mind. Just later, please, much
later than this time right now.
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