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Bloodless Stench Decay

Into the well
  Just one more time,
I swear I'll get help.
Stagnant cold water, my sore feet pickled
Slime stained bricks compact my searing lungs,
This feels like home.

Cousin of the Dragon
Alone and hoarding my loot,
Sure as the sun will rise
I am trapped in the wrong time.

Not a magic gate to find my way home
No magic to speak of, but love,
Failed at that exquisite art
She was my home.

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