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Walk through the gates.
A palace awaits.
Deserted it may be,
nothing is free.
The marble floors sparkle with light
through rooms of magic & delight.
Rooms furnished from the past
come alive as we walk past.
A dead man’s dreams of hope,
a man with no life or scope.
Only in darkness, he may survive.
Too bad he’s dead & not alive.
He waits for the end of time
in a house built on a rhyme.
THE DEAD GAME
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