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to move foward (Free verse) by ay deee

stories of quiet streets boulevard running rubbish mountain shiny shoppy signs soon a spangle of marketable apartments move back this mortar mortuary the townhouse grows tidy next to a cement cemetary tonight your local slumlord sets gently his suede slippers eagerly awaits sugary sweets the st. nicholas signal but alas the mellow december morning brings a hammer too small and a lump of iron pyrite

sliver 19-Dec-05/12:12 AM
At least there's that.




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