Abstract
voices
Lock away lonely
pebbles under
a pool of corpses
Broken shells
too many to
count
I stroll under the
black moonlit
clouds
Nothing but older
By Monoid the Confessor
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
Cowboys and Indians
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