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beneath lines of grey
he shudders and pulls at
each side
resting his fingertips lightly upon
the soiled ledge-
the jagged edges leak
black oil smiles
reaping pre-sorted freedom
he shudders and pulls at
each side
resting his fingertips lightly upon
the soiled ledge-
the jagged edges leak
black oil smiles
reaping pre-sorted freedom
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