.This world is a cemetery. Often I visit my plot.
And listen to the winds ripe with trichloroethylene.
This stagnant âairâ. Sometimes it speaks to me.
Tells me of damnation. Rightly just and on the
horizon.
Knee-deep in a concentrated stockpile of manufactured
scraps foret.
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