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When we look out the window we hear there is a ringing sound that will never end. Engulfed in noise and in dust submerged tiny men walk a thousand steps         Yellow - the city has been yellow - ever since the machines arrived.     Heat - The november sun melts all the tall buildings until the twists and turns of the voice call a break for prayer
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
When we look out the window we hear
When we look out the window we hear there is a ringing sound that will never end. Engulfed in noise and in dust submerged tiny men walk a thousand steps         Yellow - the city has been yellow - ever since the machines arrived.     Heat - The november sun melts all the tall buildings until the twists and turns of the voice call a break for prayer
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
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