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.
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.... |*.*\ The Book Of Isaiah Chapter Forty Seven *.* ....
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