Here upon a lonely day,
draped in vast miscellany,
an inkling all of vision's edge
crossed into a churning sea.
A drop from in my grasp did slip.
In it's reflection, ever bright,
there shines a tiny crystal lamp
glistening with a tiny light.
*tearing sound as he tries to rip the page out.*
((He was just trying to ask why everyone's
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