And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleepWe’ll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones,The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been                    Had we not taken his place.

                And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleepWe’ll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones,The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been                    Had we not taken his place.

– Mark Strand –

Blizzard of One

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