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evilbeejsignal crawls over copper wire
slow through the grey morning
dreamy drifting in the clinging fog
untouched by fingers of fire
brilliant pallette preceded by washed ink
diamond, ash, and charcoal colors
owning the universe within city limits, then
the iron-fisted rule falls under the pink
all touched by tendrils of gold and rose
it sees that the outsides of telephone lines
grow to resemble their own insides
is this how sunrise goes?
slow through the grey morning
dreamy drifting in the clinging fog
untouched by fingers of fire
brilliant pallette preceded by washed ink
diamond, ash, and charcoal colors
owning the universe within city limits, then
the iron-fisted rule falls under the pink
all touched by tendrils of gold and rose
it sees that the outsides of telephone lines
grow to resemble their own insides
is this how sunrise goes?
