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Here and Now and Then

bisonjack:

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Old wind groans as a playful breeze

snakes through the glassless windows

of an abandoned factory. At the end

of a corridor choked with neglect,

the skeleton of a large dog guards

a room where haint blue paint curls

from the walls like petals turning

toward the sun.

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