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Alone In Hospice
Through the unlit forest of the mind's labyrinth
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
other side of one's eye, the beggar of twilight
shadow of dark rags awaits one's fate
in headwinds of loneliness death and despair
swallowing the soul with haunting echoes
screaming from the bowery in Gotham
alone in the hospice awaiting the gospel
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