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Blistered is the sunset sky Blistered is the sunset sky That floats above a fallen smile. With a lusty lemon aftertaste. Applaud the ground that Runs under your feet. Forget the trodden. Pinch a dream from its source. Paint it gray. That’s a martyr. |
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