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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
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{{ Where was it that you went
the night it snowed?
Walking down the bend of the road
where you went?
}}} And mother always told you so
especially from dusk of night
to early mornings rosy light
I said please stay, don't go
{ To see the things you would
out in highest storm
out to see the form
when young I thought you should
{{{My heart it only sees
as so I scribe in what is new
a darkness known but once to few
the light that on that day was
seen
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It was as if you'd never been.
Exept inside my mind
whereform the darkest kind
of thought now goest:
thy death hast sowest.
The night you goest
light melted every thimble snow
And burned my heart
[] afire []
It is written in red ink on one of the many broken walls of what once was New York.
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
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Another derelict. A ship that has been cast shore in the middle of New York. It lays on its side, rust slowly eating away in the hull, holes big enough to walk through being testament of chemistries onslaught. The load has long been carried away, though the dust suggest it was once filled with coal. The street the ship is stranded in is desolate. Nothing here but the rests of houses, long fallen. Greenery is slowly making its way through the cracks, forcing open what once remained closed. The first dasies are springing up in the asphalt of the streets.
Wind and weathered. Resistance. From afar the sea-wind brings a memory of salted air and with it cries. Of humans, not of gulls. The difference is nor makred any more.
In red on the ships side the words of the anonymous one, shining brightly. They are freshly written.
waves on shore call bright
shine the stars in nightly sky
over the wilting flowers
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
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Another one, older, whithered like the flowers in the second poem.
Another one. Just words lining up for execution under an axe, drawn in bloody red, chopping through the line of words. The blade of the axe? A single word. Axe. (With a handle. Of handle.)
cometomeIsayhopingforyouranswerfromthedarkrisinglikethetideoflightyourvoicefromthedarkandyetIhadhope chuck. End. That was it.
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