Projections reflect

Nary a dram more darkness in heart lays
than within the heartless dark of space
A chord for this, a line for that
Accordingly he poured rhymes catapulted
across deathly chamber
Deftly maiming his aim to change the way it is
The weight of this waiting list
is a way to his heart
Where horse falls lame
and is slain by cart

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