On The Bridge(A Steampunk Poem)
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Walking on the bridge
over the dark fierce river
staring at the old building
lit by neon lights;
clouded with smoke
crawling out of chimneys
grey as stormy clouds.
I 'm standing there, open my flask
and take a sip of rum.
Zeppelins floating through
the air above me
and I 'm jealously watching them
passing by, leaving me there
with a half mechanic dog
lying on my feet.
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