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rocked in the cradle of the deep
i despise my friends more than you
and so it goes
in the dark and peace of my final bed
we break the glass whose sacred wine
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
dark-eyed
skies they were ashen and sober
i reside at table mountain
little gate was reached at last

 



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