It was the splatter of liquid on my face that woke me. Shitty-quality beer, with a taste of loam. Awareness returned as it puddled beneath me, where the tree roots grew against my back. Feet on the ... [+]
It was the splatter of liquid on my face that woke me. Shitty-quality beer, with a taste of loam. Awareness returned as it puddled beneath me, where the tree roots grew against my back. Feet on the ... [+]
With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
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I have seen you, shell-shocked city,
Shimmer in the parachute flares
The day's dust and exhaust
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