»Does a penthouse have an attic?«
Voices inside my head, echoes of things that we said.
Hidden words speaking to me from an unknown direction.
»Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried«
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Today is Thursday, the 16th of February 2023.
Beast with no horns and no tail.
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