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Game Haiku Train!

Smells like death up there
The buzzards rise with the sun
Picking at the bones
 
Found your way back home
Picked my way through city streets
Now tired bones rest
 
Keeping the lights on
Strobes and phosphenes in my eyes
Trip the breaker switch
 
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