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The Melancholy
Folder:
Current Portfolio he spends his days roping in lonely souls
yet here he sits on his old fencepost in empty solitude
wrapped
in
rusted
home
made
barbed
wire
and the stars sing their bright-lipped song
but all he can hear is the stirring of some
decaying sculptor
through the bent branches of an
un
orig
inal
evergreen
tree
