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Worn converses scuff the floor.      The crowd sings, and they roar      his name. Things aren't the same      like anonymous Mondays before. He pulls out his strings. Silence. Steel vibrates and sings; Violence erupts and again he hears his name. It isn't the same... but he finds it strangely fitting; On this stage he's the benefactor and the tyrant. He's the laughter, killing quiet. It's not your average Monday but no surprise, he finds he likes it.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Mondays
Worn converses scuff the floor.      The crowd sings, and they roar      his name. Things aren't the same      like anonymous Mondays before. He pulls out his strings. Silence. Steel vibrates and sings; Violence erupts and again he hears his name. It isn't the same... but he finds it strangely fitting; On this stage he's the benefactor and the tyrant. He's the laughter, killing quiet. It's not your average Monday but no surprise, he finds he likes it.
ian-steele
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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