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Withhold nothing, but let the droplets drip And cluster and dry and age. Speak in reverse so no one understands. Let the steam build and collect Until the pistons break And the whistle resounds Pierce shrill rising and rising and slowing. Moving up and up into nothing, Forgotten. Erased. An imprint in smoke.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Industry of Age
Withhold nothing, but let the droplets drip And cluster and dry and age. Speak in reverse so no one understands. Let the steam build and collect Until the pistons break And the whistle resounds Pierce shrill rising and rising and slowing. Moving up and up into nothing, Forgotten. Erased. An imprint in smoke.
nicholas-carroll-bessey
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
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