Long Vast Shapes... Cooled And Flushed Through With Darkness.... Lidless Windows Glazed With A Flashy Luster From Some Little Pert Cafe Chirping Up Like A Sparrow. And Down Among Iron Guts Piled Silver Throwing Gray Spatter Of Light... Pale Without Heat... Like The Pallor Of Dead Bodies.
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