The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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Computer speaks in broken poetry
"Where are you going to" - a dangling chameleon.
This question forms the ideal.

The future of dark clothes and a jaded view,
romantic odes to the night. You wanted it. You said you did.
Juvenile? Sophomoric?
Do not ask me for truths.
We are false.

A trumpet with pin stripes
Sweet smelling smoke, a mute.
There's an answer hidden in a city at night.

Songstress, belting a building away
Piano, white velvet and the gem of eternity
ensorceled by your brow.

What should be: top hats without a computer screen.
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