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So this is an old piece from me. It was for the four line comp. last year. Just felt like digging up an old piece to show myself how far I've come.
I don't care so much for crits, but any comments would be welcomed.



Opens curtains kill awaiting dreams of love, sex, and home...

Grasping the edge of the winding metal parapet,
Sketching neon breaths and incandescent eyes of the city.
Those blinking pseudo-suns speaking in exotic tongues,
"Morse code's for suckers, Morse code's for suckers" they rant.
Quote by Cal UK
Alk hit the nail on the head there.