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Persisting Coolant Goes White

What was it doing,

hungry for the grounds it dared

tread upon, intermittently;

it drew the industry's smoldering breath.

 

Dare it not attempt

to besiege on we, who hold

the obedience of nature

here, where sky is forced to meet solid ground.

 

What of this, old wench?

You, who dwells where God did not --

When will the sun pierce these mongrel

clouds, granting us the fevers that we crave?

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©14 March 2013 - 1:19am — Sivus
14 March 2013 - 4:26am — mrpoofs
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dude your style of writing is

dude your style of writing is so intense

14 March 2013 - 4:58pm — Sivus
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Thanks haha. I think. Is that

Thanks haha. I think. Is that a good thing? It might be. I think it is. Thanks!

15 March 2013 - 1:22am — mrpoofs
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oh yeah. its a great thing,

oh yeah. its a great thing, in my humble view at least. i dunno, your like some uberscholar or something, masterful command of language and metaphor. blowin my MIND man