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Sometime in July, The Graven--
The Truly Lucid--are Sleeping
Through their Sightless Fear
In My Tower in
My Mental Landscape
Chasing Shadows (tick Tock),
A LIfe Yet Lived by
The Furies is Anonymous to
Those who are
Inside Looking Out
This is how Poetry Should Be.
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