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Nov 2013
This music has a sort of calm that makes him fade out of focus

To slip on his static over-coat and trudge on through the night

The hems of his "coat" billowing out behind him like a shroud

Static black in shimmering absent oblivion...

His purpose fulfilled
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Andrew Kerklaan
Written by
Andrew Kerklaan
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