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i found these few lines of a poem and the first paragraph of a story somewhere in the files of my computer from a year or so ago. i liked the poetry.
Broken down and rusted dead.
Polished chrome and overread.
An endless walk, and an ocean to give.
Jaded, life like a cemetary.
Perhaps, I'll finish it up sometime.
Broken down and rusted dead.
Polished chrome and overread.
An endless walk, and an ocean to give.
Jaded, life like a cemetary.
Perhaps, I'll finish it up sometime.