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In London- a hollowed out city- the fog is returning-creeping back- A poisonous invisible/white sheet salivating over supine cars, insinuating its baptismal seed into open mouths- sinking into gutters emerging undigested from empty drains. it crawls around the Shard clutches each ancient bridge yellowing in its pilgrimage it has returned- IT The Thing- ghastly in its plans. A resurrection that requires no death!
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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In London- a hollowed out city- the fog is returning-creeping back- A poisonous invisible/white sheet salivating over supine cars, insinuating its baptismal seed into open mouths- sinking into gutters emerging undigested from empty drains. it crawls around the Shard clutches each ancient bridge yellowing in its pilgrimage it has returned- IT The Thing- ghastly in its plans. A resurrection that requires no death!
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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