a sconce upon the wall up ahead
with shaky hands i strike a flame
the walls absorb all the light
hungering for the heat
a sense of something
watching waiting
the tower
itself
lives
a sconce upon the wall up ahead
with shaky hands i strike a flame
the walls absorb all the light
hungering for the heat
a sense of something
watching waiting
the tower
itself
lives
nicely uniformed
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