.Tomorrow is creeping to get a letter off and stop the talking.
Twisting halves, smoking brings, a little black box, a hard insanity.
Your twisting, I'm leaving; a little rumbling on the mast skins,
Skin that crawls, when it all comes crumbling,
Down.
All the cities start sliding i.
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