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Poor
Rogue, lone, and butchered little
things.
Their poor souls are cluttered with
dirt
and dust, adhering like leeches to their
street-lamp
spines.
things.
Their poor souls are cluttered with
dirt
and dust, adhering like leeches to their
street-lamp
spines.
Published 10th May 2011
| Edited 11th May 2011
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Somehow you developed a setting, imagery and emotion through this small set of words. Great job.
Anonymous
11th May 2011 00:47am
Incredibly evocative. It feels mysterious and yet it tells you everything you need to know. Even the title is delectably perplexing.
