Babylon

She stands there forlorn at the water’s edge, Hair mirroring the sun. I, a nomadic ascetic heart, a wandering shadow on the desert floor. I will stand here looking at Her that shimmering city of golden promises. Babylon. Her arms will be the gateway to my beautiful doom.

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