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Faces
I saw before me faces float
White to black they passed by rote
They mouthed their words, they smiled their smiles
As shadow passed across the dial.
Saw I too their souls aslumber
Each one written with a number
They dreamed their dreams, they made their plans
As trickled through the glass the sands.
Saw I a scavenging lion come
To take their bodies one by one
He roared his roar, he pa...
Sunday 24th November 2019 7:42 pm

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