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Jul 2013
Looking at her in the rear-view
mirror; the hero never looks back
at the explosion; the destruction
of ***** because, honestly, everyone
wants to ***** and ***** and *****.

Her edifice crumbled to the ground
like so many great empires. She thought
her romance was Rome; I put roam in romance
and like Nero, I played music while her cities
burned.
© July 16th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
Timothy Brown
Written by
Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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