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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required waltz blazing sirens from shores of the frosted tomorrow just look around and behold everything that makes our souls distant l’existence est ailleurs! my negatively dear Clementine in this omnipotent Babylon of boredom whoredom where our shapes slowly turn shadowless turning in their dreamless sleep glide around our glacier home and we follow the fireflies among the languorous joshua trees into the land of dandy lions and burning monks into the tinfoil country of cowboys riding the giant amoebas feverish orchids on the horizon where the fire alarm is always on so run & hop on the railroad to false paradise where we will dance alone and leave footprints in the garden leave footprints on every rooftop then walk up the clock tower to the ghost of a friendly lamp-lighter who will help us from within to banish the darkening and light up our own dungeons of blood candy splendour as multiple painted phantoms of Van Gogh’s ear listen to the foghorn music of pallid depths in our much adored papier-maché sea shell mansion our lovely cul-de-sac, stellar and crystalline, vanishing on a rota basis standing in still life as a crescent groom, as graves on the Moon opening the frontiers for a cosmis octopus, a zealot, a hypocrite headless and worshipping the order of the howling iris which makes our nosebleed grow longer like shadows do at dusk and that’s when I love to unwind that brass hair of your golden-haired psyche
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