There we stood
with a canvas before us
they had done immature things
My ideas
Were bigger
So I took them
Those three
And inscribed them
Put them somewhere other than my grimoire
In a place abandoned
Forgotten.
Save for the unfortunate few
We left, and in a moment of blindness
I left a bit of myself there
To stay in that forgotten place
To wonder those forgotten halls
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