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What is a Crash Bandicoot? Why does it exist? What does it mean? I may have found an answer: A Crash Bandicoot may be...

The effervescent scent
of an extraordinary event,
distilled finely, very finely,
bottled sorrowfully in a winery--
A winery enshrined in times of old,
by men who wore suits of black and gold.

And now this winery--a place made sweet
is now a grave for those so bleak;
and the shadows, one need not fear
for now they slumber and cannot hear
of any footsteps of those who live,
of those who've come to find a bottle, to pause, and give--
a coin their ancestors failed to return;
a coin of redemption, they leave by an urn.

nice poem

thanks for the ga

4 years ago
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I don’t get the black and gold suits part. Love the poem itself though. Melancholy.

4 years ago
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Thanks!

4 years ago
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Thx!

4 years ago
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I enjoyed the poem ^-^

4 years ago
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Hey, thanks for that!

4 years ago
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Thank you for the chance!

4 years ago
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Thank you! :)

4 years ago
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You are welcome!

4 years ago
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