Standing in a shaft of light

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Strong coffee, sticky flowers
Newport hundreds, zig zag power
Stand on the chasms brink, then cower
Wait patiently for horrid pre-appointed hour
Softly disemboweled on this leaning tower of lies
Blind and deaf to choking, hopeless cries 
Ten thousand miles of hell as the crow flies
Defeat snuffing out these shining candle eyes 
Take pity on the man that tries 

◄ Spitfire

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