The Aerie of the Mind
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They gather where the pages end,
On stonebound roosts where scrolls descend.
Not flesh, but thought, their wings compose-
The watchers where no mortal knows.
A single cry- a cipher's key,
Unlocks what none were meant to see.
They do not perch on common rhyme,
But build their nests in ruined time.
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WIP