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New poem: Hollow Hymns
This is our final destination:
No Man's Land terminal,
terminating at the end of the lane Cain paved.
This is place is an airport slowly murdering us with boredom
with nothing but dim, echoed muzak
and our haggard,
baggy-eyed reflection in shop windows for company.
This is where we roam:
for anything to hunt and gather
on these barren litter-beaten st...
Monday 9th May 2011 6:10 pm
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