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POESIS

the madrigal, volume v

Voyager 1, September 5th 1977

by luke hayden

Have you eaten yet, most unknown spectre?
Come visit if you have the time.
Our doors are always open,
and Our plates are always warm.
Grow not hungry, nor cold -
to pass through Our home is to leave us love.


All we ask, is that when Our
embers dim, and meals grow scant;
When Our forests thin, and hearts falter in
the face of foes too great.
All we ask, dear friends, is to set us aside a place.

me and my homies HATE luke hayden.

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