All is lost
Hope abandoned in the pines
None dwell here
But angry ghosts
Cursed and crossed
Failed to read between the lines
Where written was fear,
With all its morbid hosts
Treasure spilled
And scattered upon the earth
Freely taken at whim
By anyone that might
Pleasure killed
Stripped of all its worth
Coffers open to skim
Reputation subject to slight
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Author: Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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