and_the_poets_dreamed
florescent light .....but not a word was spoken. 010310
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monadh of countless stars
in an ever constantly changing sea 		010310
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Mr. Wonderful ...Of prosperity, and poverty
Of happiness, and torment... 		010310
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monadh all their nights had spoken 010403
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dB They dreamed the impossible. So impossible that on waking, they vanished like a fog in the morning sun.
The poets are the last true heroes of this place. And they are dying. 		010403
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monadh of the sunrise 010916
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distorted tendencies Of floating amidst airy white wisps of bliss above all, forgetting their torment. 010916
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