Who isn’t here, sell me your art,
I am like a darkness in your head,
Soon we’ll be dead, a folded upturn
Whats all below, for you to find,
How could it tell what all this was
Cherished and dethroned, thrown away and burned,
Jewels and crowns lying n wait, for you to recreate the scene.
Ooohhh.
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