May 2013
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In the Boulevard of Sunsets I see Two Suns Rise...
it is on your breast that sometimes i see as a chanting chandelier paying no heed to the inactive metronome the cursive of the answers to the prayers i uttered when the sun was simply too hung over to continue posing as the only star; because here from griffith i see many playing musical chairs with the chemtrailed orbits the libretti in formal and balanced agony offering a gourmet rain on the...
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