Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Mad Man Of The City Comments

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I remember underneath the tranquil blue night, the typewriters knuckled
Their way, their angst towards the blank piece of paper now tattooed
With the words from a starving son of distraught -
Bereft of sleep, even bereft of meaning – starved to the bone with insignificance
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