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Comments about Dom Barone
Sometimes, when sleep eludes me
and slips away at every toss and turn,
I go out, and start walking.
I pass through the streets, silent at this hour.
I carry on, away from the slumbering city,
out past the streetlamps and cozy little shops
that all dot this place.
I keep walking, until the ground starts to slope away,
the valley ahead, and The Wall in between us.
I approach the guard tower, and answer the usual queries.
Name. Rank. What the hell are you here for.
They’re always uneasy, I try to never revisit one,
but they all stand down ...