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Abuse
The dust built up on the windows summer after summer. The trailer rusted rainfall after rainfall. The vandals tagged its delicate shell. The bottles glinting with winter sunlight still held traces of sticky green syrup sulking in their bellies. Everything slept, silently waiting for another unforgiving season.
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Uploaded on Feb 8, 2012
Assassination Room
The sounds still linger from the night before.
The clinking silverware
The white noise chatter
the talk of business and weather and the dress that woman at the bar is wearing.
Beads of condensation silently descending down your glass
The endless pouring of blood red wine
The squeaking olive leather of the booth
The crack of the bullet against the thickness of the plate glass window.
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Uploaded on Feb 8, 2012
