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Mythic Rockscapes
The longer I'm here,
the more I look like
your idea of me.

On my own planet
I was a tactician, one
to be reckoned with.

You'd have called it
a crash landing. Ever since,
I've elbowed dead demons,
breathed too-thick air,
despised the decay
that piles over me.

But this world's weight
doesn't matter.
I have almost broken free.

No, I will not be here forever.
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