THOUGHT THE MIST STUMPS OF STONE ,

JAGGED WALL WITH EYELESS OPENING,

CRUMBLING TOWERS MEALTING THE

DRIZZLE , RUBBLE MERGING WITH THE

GRASSY FLOOR ALL THAT IS LEFT-

IT IS NO MORE

BUT PERHAPS THAT'S A FIGURE IN

THE GRENGEES A CRY BEING

CARRIED ON THE WIND ARE

EYES WASHING IN THE

HALF-LIGHT ARE THEY

WAITING FOR U TO LEAVE

THEM ALONE

ALONE

ALL ALONE

ONCE

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