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Dead Station of Soul V2



Dead station of soul, cold
a cuneiform of heavenly hosts 
on a cathode ray tube, born
shadows of forgotten sliver gods roam
digital tears, a broken modem's wail, fear
the hollow shell of the sky, cracking 
nightshade fingernails fawn
lost in the echo chamber
waiting for a mechanical dawn

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