Founder's Canon
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he streetlights drape and cover the world,
Their light stretches through the inky depths
The soft orange glow faintly outlines
And traces its way firmly into the darkness,
Casting shadows behind all objects lucky enough
To be within reach of their warm iridescence
I sit alone, in the dark
Gazing outward from my cage
A tear falls after slowly running the length of my cheek,
As I long to be what distance won’t allow;
Another shadow on those walls
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