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Interjections along the essence of the seven: a minority of houses juts out against the rocks to sell the black gold and give rest for its devout followers; The stacks, sullen, spewed smoke which hung through the air in a motionless limbo paining through indecision: which way to curl its sulphurous fingers? A myriad of similitude, red brick sprawled out for miles along the artery of the dollar differentiated by shutters or hoops or painted doors; Crooked glass crooked glass houses crooked suits and crooked ties; Skyscraper skyscraper scrape me some sky engineered forests for engineered lives; The lugubrious squalor of material heaven squawks incessantly amongst the concrete architects and profit margins of the business sector; The sun in all its setting splendor sinks below the sordid skyline and waits. |
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