The Man, and Ye

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Once, a rotted castle stood.
With five windows, perhaps more.
It stood next to I.
A man with no eye.
I saw nothing but ye.
Nothing to see, except ye.
Trapped in a home,
Deserted yet free.
A place stuck at sea,
With no one to see.
A world for I,
And sadly ye.
A rotted castle,
And a rotted me.
Nothing to see,
Besides of course ye.
Not a day went by where I didn't see,
That place I had called free.
Falling into the sea,
A sad man once free;
Falling to sea,
Away from ye

Made on:
September 8th, Wed 2021. 9:59am est.

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