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Kings Basin

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Pools[/font]
Of Iced shadows[/font]
Weep and gather[/font]
Under crossing girders[/font]
Empty workshops[/font]
Glaze across their lemon yellow[/font]
Frosting cut black gable[/font]

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The reflected light drips under[/font]
The rusted vault of the living city[/font]

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Mint pale blades threaten[/font]
Hollow concrete tumbling brick[/font]
Stock stolen, faded or smashed[/font]
Painted letters drop stories[/font]
Of ghosted pasts sunk[/font]

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And yet;[/font]

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Still[/font]
the two twin spires[/font]
Penetrate like wicked bucks[/font]
the fleshy pagan murk;[/font]

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�He who failed[/font]

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The Man who crushes�[/font]

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Violent like erected silos[/font]
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the water fowl & I cluck[/font]
in disapproval.[/font]

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All the while the hovering pest above[/font]
continues to blink[/font]
red and white[/font]
his breath misted[/font]
in bruised[/font]
January[/font]

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31.01.10[/font]