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May 2015
LA
Death makes us angels, all angels who wander are lost. Los Angeles is where the talented thrive and the mediocre crumble upon the moonlight drive of the LA night. No stars are seen on the walk of fame for the faceless behind the camera. ACTION, are you ready? I've came a long way to see your smile? Angels lost in the LA night stay angels only for the while.
Mr Mojo Risin
Written by
Mr Mojo Risin  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
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   Cecil Miller
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