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I do not eat, I do not sleep; In mills of slagheaps I do sweep, And In my trail lie coins of gold For every lie my lips have told.


My nails are lined with blackest dirt; My wits are mined and kneecaps hurt. A title weighed in terms of coal A barren baronet-ed soul.


-Robertson Omini (I Dub Thee)


“The Abandoned Harrods in Buenos Aires” by Trey Ratcliff


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