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*Apathetic city skyline
This must be Drum Street
There's critical thinking
Digital tendencies
Pigeons on the roof
Kids in the library
Hail and flashpoint
Homeroom
Their final resting place
Who of you misses the bleak missiles of youth?
And how they used to hit like needles?
I can count your sufferings on my fingers
See them hidden in the tall grass
They move in secret
With shadow blister
As much as the caterpillar:
Elusive and eruciform
Sixteen crane wives
Collect on the guide wire
Their weathered plumage
Strangely displayed
Airplane debris on an uncharted wild
Macabre flowers growing out of air masks, gone quiet
The magic word is drear
It's a sorrow-filled caw
As if feathers from the grave
Clothing our fears
I can count the flock on my fingers
See them separate in mid-flight
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief*
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Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
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*Apathetic city skyline
This must be Drum Street
There's critical thinking
Digital tendencies
Pigeons on the roof
Kids in the library
Hail and flashpoint
Homeroom
Their final resting place
Who of you misses the bleak missiles of youth?
And how they used to hit like needles?
I can count your sufferings on my fingers
See them hidden in the tall grass
They move in secret
With shadow blister
As much as the caterpillar:
Elusive and eruciform
Sixteen crane wives
Collect on the guide wire
Their weathered plumage
Strangely displayed
Airplane debris on an uncharted wild
Macabre flowers growing out of air masks, gone quiet
The magic word is drear
It's a sorrow-filled caw
As if feathers from the grave
Clothing our fears
I can count the flock on my fingers
See them separate in mid-flight
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief*
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