So here I stand Above the city Yes, I like things grand Your face now blurred Obscured by time Underexposed, slurred Lacework of recollections a Lamentable business Haunted by my projections Above my head a new moon rises Unbiased and keen Naked, bereft of guises Tacitly in its eye I gaze Maiming myself over and again Each time! As my intuition says
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