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His Demise

Dominions 

emptied him of time

as the solid drains

Ephemeral moments 

lose passage 

Then

Beneath his boots 

fissures crack,his

monuments crumble

new shoots climb

to his demise 

his old coat worn

to be hung

Upon the new

to sieve heartbeats

for their precious 

metal

◄ Wakening

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