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Wine and Cot

A monkhouse is a pit.
The end of the adventure comes
like an attic freshly discovered
in a house you thought you knew,
yet here it is, naked and alone.

A school of sunbeams swim past your attic window,
and though you know a monkhouse is a pit,
you seek your wine and cot.
Written by AspiringLibrarian (Rebel Scum)
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