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Obscurity in The City                                 Roots in The Desolate           Taken in by Wind                 Lone tone in Paradise                                           Black shades in Red                      Holding the drum's Roar          Crooked grains in Glass                               Shot down stars Glow    Rug by the Roadside               Crimson tide in Blue                               Ghost windows without Paine                   Tireless metal boxes perched       Torpid tornadoes remain still                       Structure floating motionless; inert           Drifting, they lay, dead in one Place.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Irresolute in Four
Obscurity in The City                                 Roots in The Desolate           Taken in by Wind                 Lone tone in Paradise                                           Black shades in Red                      Holding the drum's Roar          Crooked grains in Glass                               Shot down stars Glow    Rug by the Roadside               Crimson tide in Blue                               Ghost windows without Paine                   Tireless metal boxes perched       Torpid tornadoes remain still                       Structure floating motionless; inert           Drifting, they lay, dead in one Place.
Things that d r I f t cannot lean on another one's spine. As each line d r I f t s, no letter clings to the border. And FIXED they will always remain.
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lindisa-mathabela-1
South African
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
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