smuggler from avalon
i am the
thief
under
paladin
eyes with
suspicion
from the
shrine's
darkness lift a song
for a loaf
of bread
and the
pleasure of cliché
is heaven
such? a place
prepared, or
travels
it with you?
i've not the
heart
to say if
you look out
your door
there find
it returns
and the truth with it
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