Casarah Nance
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Ride the railway, passing the water tower,
Painted production high like a sun flower.
Howls of the engine, hooting as an owl in the night.
Buildings are the trees that come into sight.
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Dark, my heart, that makes chocolate jealous
And I so sweet, sugar refuses to melt.
Red, my blood, that makes cut roses cuss,
And I pierce my skin a welcomed welt.
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Had my heart not shattered into stainless steel shards,
I would have never been severed by a deck of playing cards.
Dealing with the black and red death of fifty two faces,
Shuffling wax coated cards looking for the bloody aces.
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A harsh sun slipped on whites of skin.
Touched embrace unfolding soft sin.
My eyes open as shutter closed.
Undress my soul, I pose exposed.
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Industrial Nature
Ride the railway, passing the water tower,
Painted production high like a sun flower.
Howls of the engine, hooting as an owl in the night.
Buildings are the trees that come into sight.
Structured stone the jungle, vines the electric cable,
Survival of the fittest, one must be strong and able.
Wildlife runs on rubber, headlights the hunters eyes,
Camouflage the chaos among the concrete lies.
Chemical clouds collect to make shapes in the sour sky,
Blade of helicopters and wings of airplanes birds fly.
The complexity of industry echoes in the acidic air,
Beast hide in plain sight, protection of their lair.
There is beauty in the broken, birth in the breathless blur.
When the railway train passes through the industrial nature.
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