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writhe and
gape of tortured

   perspective
   rasp and graze of splintered

normality
               crackle and
               sag
   of planes          clamors of
   collision
   collapse         As

peacefully,
lifted
into the awful beauty
                                  of sunset

                                  the young city
putting off dimension with a blush
enters
the becoming garden of her agony
 Apr 2014 Anja Mahn
i
sky (10w)
 Apr 2014 Anja Mahn
i
look up,
you'll find
the sky's sad,
just like you.

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