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Amidst the ruins, in a flickering half light;
shattered ruins, noble ruins: stained in history
and blood; did you see me: in grainy black and white,
hiding, skulking; flirting with the light?
Dressed in a tattered uniform from battles long past,
shedding broken philosophies plundered in the dark;
discarded frivolously, a garment out of fashion,
in day's harsh light. Songs half sung; poems half remembered.
Words, shard-like and sharp, shatter and fall; or flow like wine.
sparkling like pearls, to be cast before swine.
Call me noble, call me sad; call me me demented, who cares?
Do you have time to play DIY, to make the repairs?
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