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March 30, 2011

Posted by ficial in brain dump.
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At the edges of of everywhere the machines can reach
Spring warmth exposes from dirty mounds of snow
The contorted corpses of winter’s pre-rational beasts
And then they too slowly decay in the bright sunlight
Leaving behind a stain of sand
And vague memories of darker days

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