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Sep 2016
the darkness pumps steps
down smoke streets, burning
light features the

cow-eyed, the clamped jaws
and forced laughter of those
with bent souls,

we are past all words, thought
is trapped in brown amber,
the night creeps round each corner
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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