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industrial

by india southgate.

 
Sea of broken cars
Glimmer like the ocean
Metal straw
Ebbing and flowing
Natures landing strip
Industrial ache
Waters risen
Can't get under the bridge
Fixing the rails
Sends sparks flying
Smells like 
Burnt caramel.








[unpublished]

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