| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Crack would asphalt, dead ends, boarded buildingsthat shroud the light from all except the weeds.Fight or flight over hardened veiny paths,Cool vents from the fiery blast furnace,Smoldering spout at momentary rest.Seething, reeling, saber-toothed insideeating, spoiling flesh and decaying bones,hidden and remote, under the surface.No joy, no pain, no love, no hate.
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