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i feel a longing
so very deep and etched
into a sort of marble gut
feeling that might of seen
ceasar.
a feeling of contentment in
a valley of iron pilliars
and of concrete titans.
wandering between their legs i feel
compleate
i am safe and i feel king in
the asphault jungle
leaping from street to street
on vines of the intuition
i thought never existed


micro stanza Sam