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Posted on December 5, 2008 by Nicholas Alexander

The Wind at your Doorstep

There it is again
walking out the dark
the village better off in bed
the converts cover underneath
the lazy torn corners of never-ville
crafty little millipedes
have the wall to themselves
they carve out a name for the
city and it lives and dies by that name

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