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[post_date] => 2018-01-31 18:01:23
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[post_content] => silence seeps from you
fog on an asphalt winter’s day
you are a place for ghosts
buzzing metamorphosed into a creaking tinnitus
no one soars from your appendages anymore
they moult
dead shells of steel and plastic
women and men in work suits
trample across your trodden lines
burrowing you
without even knowing
your name
passed on for generations
meaningless now
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silence seeps from you
fog on an asphalt winter’s day
you are a place for ghosts
buzzing metamorphosed into a creaking tinnitus
no one soars from your appendages anymore
they moult
dead shells of steel and plastic
women and men in work suits
trample across your trodden lines
burrowing you
without even knowing
your name
passed on for generations
meaningless now