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Tuesday, January 10, 2017



They were translucent, towers
Hard as steel, and made of glass
Stretching toward the sky, glowing

Those who lived inside, people
Fragile as butterfly wings
Propped up by the poor, greedy

They were titans, on mountains
They were illusions, and dust
Washed by rain, scoured by wind, gone

Blood, there is water in it
Bright, from the sunlit fountain
To drink, it was forbidden

The Titans marched on the Earth
The foundation of the world
Radioactive, poison

We are on the edge, clawing
The collective we, falling
Broken nails torn their beds

Look up, you can see through it
The shell around the planet
Thin as veil, and burning

The world on fire

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