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Thirteen Days In Summer: Independence Day

Crimson candlelight burnt orange: Ancient ? Blue notes in purple lines; breaking telefaxed World news a drop of blood trickling; moist lips.. Hungry for more these factory boys as girls; props Their silhouettes raising his white washed, cue cards Black balloon, playing on the radio racing to her editor New York Times live at five this first edition regurgitated.... Pages ripped from trash bins and, has been; but another day Here at the office of slip knot ties as mini skirt lies blue made, notes Be purple lines in suicide bombers breaking news; where we win, you lose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .... |*.*\ The Book Of Isaiah Chapter Forty Seven *.* ....

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