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Crimson Bricks

Dense gray smog and crimson bricks. Sidewalk crawlers pulling tricks. And here I sit, a man 'mong pricks. In my kingdom of consumption, and crimson bricks.

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adam-bigelow

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Published: Dec 10, 2011
LinesWords: 426

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