Leaving floating debris of shreds of
Sleeping atop cards and boards
Slitting the banners of the royalty royally
In such a way
To leave arrayed
These trails of carci strewn and threwn
Signs root deep
Still steep in lore and lichens
Moss carpet and holed windows
Forest all the woodland drottle
Once a moon, the towns can sight
His methods of procuring
Exhuming lives and assassinating deads
Buses halt to halt
He's part of the tour now
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