Who would wish to sleep like this.
It rattles, feigns a rooftop
and stinks like despots grave
whose gilded mansions,
for the moment,
hide the drizzle.
Still all the same
we sleep it off
still all the same
we die.
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not human but muse......... anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross .... aahh the possibilities are endless!
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