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have you not heard
noises that strive to tear
what was it the engines said
often is it not so?
with her hair flaying wildly
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
rising moon has hid the stars
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
the hypocritic days
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
their beautiful hair
above them all, looking down
do not turn your head

 



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