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getaway car
irretrievably
a spoil of war
guns beamed and men fell
their tools glistened at the call
we heard the swinging hammers of
history to be made
and answered the lightning strike of
history meant to fade
deals on wheels
an underground stake
driven deep
growing metastatic root
proto-negative flashes show light
into the coming night
of a future entangled
Thursday 28th April 2016 1:12 am
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