Dust Orange

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Oranged stone dusts the roads slicked with timed clear-out, 
grace and choice. 
Eyes peak over rubble, surfacing less than swamp beasts, 
agony and awe. 
Lifelessness, belly up, swells, buried in a roasting pit, 
fire and control. 
Cardinal directions commanded blood streaks in a downward motion, 
generals in coats maroon. 
Darkened sun. Broken city. 
Barrage. Dust orange.

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