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in my dreams
when you returned
the crowds fled
to the hills
faces half turned
still transfixed
on our flames
the amber and yellows
in a rage, in a war
our beautiful massacre
destroying all around us
too irresistible
to ignore.

the aesthetics of destruction
my heart burns
made you look

paradise  zip code

17 Nov 18

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