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The lights stretch back for miles, hollow stares all trained toward the twisted, shattered steel, waved on in pairs and threes like visitation lines at voyeur's speed, slow enough for a glimpse, high enough for everyone to get a turn. The night turns every shade of paint black, each window to a tinted mourner's veil, glass shards strewn by an uncaring hand to scintillate like starlight in the glare, sirens wailing away like the bereaved.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
in its wake
The lights stretch back for miles, hollow stares all trained toward the twisted, shattered steel, waved on in pairs and threes like visitation lines at voyeur's speed, slow enough for a glimpse, high enough for everyone to get a turn. The night turns every shade of paint black, each window to a tinted mourner's veil, glass shards strewn by an uncaring hand to scintillate like starlight in the glare, sirens wailing away like the bereaved.
chirurgeon
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
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