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birdmad another one of those walks around grimy streets, down by the tracks and where some of them end

ponder the relative quiet of the steelyard in its off-hours, laugh secretly, inwardly at the gas-lines

clouds forming on either horizon, but no hopeful prospect of the black_clouds_rolling

just another day capped by an empty_promise_sky

as the city creeps, rattles and belches exhaust on its way into night
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