Sacroffice
screams from the buildings
violence graffiti
on my walls of patience
edifice of a steady face
catatonic
whisperings echoing off windows sills
the bulls and the bones
and the trolls and the gnomes
they Rome the same p(a)lace
drowning in moats
fighting of dragons
holding on to those magic beans
growing vines
in
their
veins
or so it
seams.
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