In my palace

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In my palace

There are countless stairs

And as many rooms.

Separated by veils, 

They breeze to each other

The whispers of my dreams.

I slide inside the swirl

And allow it to unfold.

Under half of a moon

My procrastination

Defends my vices

And I indulge in my corruption;

Life in matter

Hurts.

The beauty of that 2%

That our eyes can encapsulate

And the restless heart

That pushes one

To stay alive.

The dawn hurts the same

As the dusk.

There's buried souls

In the castle walls,

All of sand, 

And all enhanced with warriors

To defend my life, 

And I put most to sleep

So I can dream deeper

Until the wave

Shall wipe it all. 



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