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Captive Lines
The line surrendered to me. I took it captive. I chained it here.

Shadows

7:49 PM          By littleeif
Headlights from the city streets
paint dancing figures on the wall.
Engines grumble through the night,
the phantom players rise and fall
and leave without a trace at all.
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