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Utopian folly

building empires stakes are high, shot straight like an arrow bending for no one. writing feverishly drowning in the sun paper folds are creased, shadows underground. faith misunderstood one believing, the other floundering in perfect words. discontented language: spent concerns, justice swept away eraser bits are swallowed. gods and kings, prophets and poets. “The time…

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