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Fabled Edwinton
The steeple beaming innocence
A tender age sustained
In lovely hues of fraudulence
Heavily contagious
To bear all bygone relics
Life be in my blood, not my ghosts
Surrender the project to remain
Forever fading Edwinton
Empathize my ache
To shake this fake Elysium
Chase the will to unhinge,
Begin again, shed my old skin,
Leave ashen wraiths behind
Life be in my blood, not my ghosts
I still, old friend, have miles and miles to go
