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May 28
I wear midnight when the wild ghosts are passing
the air is sweet
the demise of love ?

behold

the pure vampires to the fore
living the dream
whilst they can

post living
time unknown
all unforgiving

rainbow points the way to the source

go figure
j a connor
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