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creativelycliche

Published: Oct 3, 2013

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I.
and you can ask a million whys
to find nothing but
the chaos underneath -
structures made of cardboard
soaked with gasoline

II.
(stars shine like
flint on steel,
just waiting
for a spark.)

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