At the intersection of right
And left,
A corner shone like
A golden turret, in
A field of coal and char..
There were lies, and there
Were voices
That betrayed sounds
Of a story that never reached
The peak of the peak
It was meant to rise over
And burn..
And left,
A corner shone like
A golden turret, in
A field of coal and char..
There were lies, and there
Were voices
That betrayed sounds
Of a story that never reached
The peak of the peak
It was meant to rise over
And burn..
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