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A field of never-blooming flowers A wide expanse of ever-freezing seas A city filled with fallen towers A world where naught's at ease A hearth where nothing burns A house where there's no breath A bell that's never rung A room that smells of death A tree drowned in sand A rock ground to dust A dry, arid land A sword dead with rust ©Diego Agostini Ferrer. All rights reserved
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