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The Tin Men

The tin men in a fortress of smoke. Death all around, hungry for oil. Their eyes in the storm divide and cleanse to be dragged into the mud once again. It rumbles on. One and another, one ceases, one gets stronger. A rainbow of shoes, the broken tin men.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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