scathed in colorless plight of abandonment and self-pity, the vagrant suffocates himself with the monotony of numbers and concrete logic... pieces of his abstract wings laid strewn across the pavement never again to taste the rapture of flight... the embrace of inspiration that so long had eluded his frail rusty fingers grew into metal claws... as
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