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After

June 23, 2013
By Anonymous

across the vast expanse of
dead weeds and

crunchy, colorless grass that brittles.
Among the fertile dandelions that rise up and
Firework into countless fragments of Soft
in the harsh, choking breeze

are mountains jagged,
that crisp towards the peaks
against the faded, scarlet sky
like distant wall-paper on a canvas

which holds the glowing eye of a
dried-blood sun that lazily gazes out
at the spare electrical towers and anonymous factories




anonymous people.



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