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tonight i declare war on the uppercases
wheeled to the end 
5th-Jul-2015 10:59 pm
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after the towers arrived there was hardly enough left to be called a war. perhaps some crackling down to the north like the fire had shifted and enough fell together to give a bit more flame but at another change of wind and the foundations looking their way it scatters back into sparks. i smoked long and dark on the peak of our tents, watching with the other bloodstained how the city punched down into the soil with their fingers of bronze and took forces out by the gully, wormpulled in the morning and in the forest, predator like and still pink.
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