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Iapetus
His is the master of my two toned world, His monsters roam the dark side of my moon, Where they admire all of the little, unlovely things. That creeps upon its surface, giving life to the things that wither away from their worthless purpose. In this quixotic ideal of shadows, they hold dominion where death is just an opinion.
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© 𝓢.𝓟𝓸𝓽
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#poem
#poems
#poetry
#writer
#writers
#reader
#writco
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