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Children born in trenches

in the age of decadence and dismay
where acid rain pours down upon plastic terrain
and tin-shanties hold cookie-cut-cardboard dreams
the air slumps over the shoulders
of rubbish tip mannequins
who dressed by the blind, still look like shit
as children whistle into cracked windows
the wind whips and wanders into their wet eyes
whilst their hot chocolate dreams waltz
wistfully into the grey night sky

a collaboration between vincehof and amandzing

truth be told, Vince did the hard work.

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2 Comments

  1. Vincent says:

    Im just so happy to see you took the time to finish the piece off. It certainly required some strong glue!
    I think we’ve done well amanda-san.

    vince.

    domo arigoto 🙂

  2. S.L. Corsua says:

    Impressive wordplay; makes me enjoy reading the piece aloud several times. Especially the third line. The imagery is also a treat to the imagination. Great work, hats off to both of you. 😉

    thank you 🙂

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