The Lonely Stray.
The quiet mysteries and its old charm,
the cupric odour and the rustic taste,
Slewn inside a bag of warmth,
sloppily sewed with spokes of haste.
There lies another stray,
within the cold and sulphuric maze,
Slicked with shores of generic prey,
dragged upon a violent haze.
the cupric odour and the rustic taste,
Slewn inside a bag of warmth,
sloppily sewed with spokes of haste.
There lies another stray,
within the cold and sulphuric maze,
Slicked with shores of generic prey,
dragged upon a violent haze.
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