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The mundane is so vigilant
in its moated fort
The mundane
has a hundred guards and a few beasts too with gnarling teeth and sharp claws
just in case the guards doze off
what the mundane doesn't know
it's the moon
that brings the high tide.
While I am gone there are two occasions
which I will think of thee.
When my eyes are closed,
and when I am able to see.
Other times I am old enough to ignore the truth
Most times all I can see is truth
-The Show-
"People come and people go.
Some have style.
And stay a while.
Others stay too long.
And ruin the show."- Sir_TrashPanda
I like it
You should write more potato!
