SELL YOUR TERRITORIES
Silent chamber
echoes can
be heard
when introspection
glides through
secret corridors
of whispers.
You stand
on your
untrodden territories
facing the
map of
existence uncharted
from a
compass point.
Sell your
territories to
those yearning
for cryptic
melodies of
depths and
let them
sing the
lullabies of
vagabond echoes.
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