All Proper Hollow Staples
On summer dreams, and midnight screams
A shattered bitter fable seems
Some wretched jail, a blasphemous tale
A squandered hate that won’t prevail
With fruitless casts which never last
All proper hollow staples
Its twist begins, irreverent trends
To endure, outlast unable
-M. Jacobs
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