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the music did nothing except send veins of pallid tears down ashen cheeks that had forgotten how to smile. dust stole into our lungs with spindly fingers creeping like the gas, killing like the furnaces it escaped from. i saw broken people standing dead on their feet, arms outstretched, unaccustomed to the deep cavity in their chest that their children used to fill. there were no surprises in this life except spare beds that were quickly filled and emptied again as often as bruises replaced by faceless men patrolling past. God was watching, God was looking, God was not seeing. and still we were silent.
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Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:13 PM UTC
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the music did nothing except send veins of pallid tears down ashen cheeks that had forgotten how to smile. dust stole into our lungs with spindly fingers creeping like the gas, killing like the furnaces it escaped from. i saw broken people standing dead on their feet, arms outstretched, unaccustomed to the deep cavity in their chest that their children used to fill. there were no surprises in this life except spare beds that were quickly filled and emptied again as often as bruises replaced by faceless men patrolling past. God was watching, God was looking, God was not seeing. and still we were silent.
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abby-humphreys
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Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:13 PM UTC
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