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Arcane Factories I

Arcane Factories Along the windswept wasteland broken bones of humanity unimaginable a Tyranny in the mind's eye bleak landscapes of industry churn spires reaching to torch heaven, huge towers of jaded glass, soaring to the zenith breaking fire of crimson waves pouring down to hells foundations.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/20/2021 7:37:00 PM

This is such a marvelous write; I had no idea it was a jet until the end!

Poet Tellaferro
Date: 4/24/2021 10:32:00 AM

Its been changed to something entirely different...

Poet Tellaferro
Date: 4/23/2021 8:34:00 PM

Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words. But, it is a car, JET is my initials.

Poet Tellaferro
Date: 4/23/2021 7:38:00 PM

Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words. But, it is a car, JET is my initials. This poem will be changed as it is a duplicate of Ribbons. Thanks again.