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If you think it will stop Don’t Hold on to the railing Jump Over the edge Onto the sidewalk Separated from streets Marauding, rubber tires pummel Surveying alleyways neglected and Trash cans brimming with disregard It’s lonely here, as if each pebble were a Reveler Ambivalent toward you Unkempt and stiff As if petrified and disavowed at once Ignored, timid Apathetic discharge Free, Fallen From a short, raised canopy Of steel And wood and Bones and Dust Chalk; dried on a lesson Conveyed Battalions, battalions Marching Avid miscreants Scurrying The masters couldn’t paint as fast And each trifling matter Marches past with Battalions Battalions Battalions And Stones
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
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If you think it will stop Don’t Hold on to the railing Jump Over the edge Onto the sidewalk Separated from streets Marauding, rubber tires pummel Surveying alleyways neglected and Trash cans brimming with disregard It’s lonely here, as if each pebble were a Reveler Ambivalent toward you Unkempt and stiff As if petrified and disavowed at once Ignored, timid Apathetic discharge Free, Fallen From a short, raised canopy Of steel And wood and Bones and Dust Chalk; dried on a lesson Conveyed Battalions, battalions Marching Avid miscreants Scurrying The masters couldn’t paint as fast And each trifling matter Marches past with Battalions Battalions Battalions And Stones
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
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