Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Tents Of Fireworks Comments

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Oh sunlight of this place clouded into a labyrinth where
Inebriated dogs go to drown in the rose thorns grown
Across the pietas made by the armpits of dead prostitutes—
When all of the eons proceed in their shopping sprees
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