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By the grave I saw the plains,
My lowlands, I could not awaken.
I crave the deltaic, driftless dnieper,
Death shall bring my dreams.
And you came gently blurting
"Rest your head"
So take thy ridge from out my heart,
For I crave the unpretentious, unembellished upslope,
And the tundras never rilling,
Back into my memories, hiding, hiding, hiding...
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.
SO that poem was shit but i felt like it fits the art-
I am stuck in a weird period of my life, having a job but like... idk things are weird either way.