Far enough and better than a lot of people, with
blindness, a trench city call townwards has reached just special ones.
Different people, than I could know. I always pause at the door, stare blindly
through the gap, then slam them shut. I don't want to know them. I keep them
stationed in various compass points around the places I sleep in. They all have
their own individual strange ideas about what to do, to fight. I just go on
with the days, as empty as I am, because I've got a lonely place now, and walk
to hide It.
It is called 'It. Or the Mog.
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