The Cold Spot
This poem was originally published at http://www.qarrtsiluni.com
There is a link to it at the right side of this page.
Factory Town is like a lot of other places. It has a day. It has a night. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it shines. It gets hot. It gets cold. People move in. People move out. Business can boom. Business can die. You can get hired. You can get fired. People get born. People get dead. People remember. People forget. Souls are saved. Souls are lost. Factory Town does not go away when you sleep. Sure, you dream. Sometimes you dream of Factory Town. Sometimes you dream of that other place.
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I love this piece. It is so real.
Thanks!!!
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