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The Flouresence of Man

October 15, 2009
By evononon BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
evononon BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Oh my feet where have you gone,
We never see the neighbors,
And grocery stores all surround,
cover the flesh of men,

come the night we undress,
and lye our spines to rest
our reality constellation now descends,
Fluorescence bleeds on empty streets,

And this is where I find my peace

The author's comments:
disdain for industry and technology. or at least disdain for the social effects it has had.

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