Captured attention
Swallow my tongue in vane, stumbling in a deaf calm between unmarked lives, Cobble stones as cold as gravestones, a social lonesome side walk cemetery, Encircled shrine of suicide life taken on pavement by a firing squad of censorship, Damnable heart opening gut wrenched of grey clouds of smog, Bellowing from a pyre of one wise dedicated monk.
Oh meditating assumed heartless monster,
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