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fortunately no one hears the blayed note or the wail
too many sirens
fall upon a tyrant's heel, suddenly it's morning
tonight the starfall spins the dark sky
porous moons, feel the ominous space inside
for all the times you turn out sidling, yelling hello hello heads angle northeast hello it shines wow
sunset's a cobalt blue
telephone drones
study the historical forecast, move
soot rallies for a rebel wind, settles into an incomplete doom
money sez
toast
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