This Is Just A Random Poem I Made

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Found Poem

I

It was a pleasure

to see things eaten,

the blood pounded in his head and his hands

Moving in the starlight

as he turned the corner

II

You'd find life

streaming past

the comfortable people who want wax moon faces

and fools

Having fun

III

Montag, can't you

get away

From the sleepy pink-gray cinders that created

the explosion

Of torn metal and a

million colors, a million oddities, a door where a window should be,

A top for the bottom, a side for a back, and

The sound of its death came after

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