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Nov 1
.grey.
dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low
over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.
grey.
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       Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe, Otuogbodor Okeibunor, ---, South by Southwest, vb and 1 other
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