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2000 Monkeys probably wrote this |
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copyright xeniot (monkey #101) 1998 - 2001 |
The steam of winter factories Comes sulphurous, confused, effortless A tired vision of judgement In these distended bones of the earth (the matter of our memory I have no recollection) Cold and empty spires and arches Pass like the days, irresolute and smoking |