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Jan 2012
Here the people are the landscape,
their gestures the missing trees
I've had GOD BLESS YOU, shouted at me , and three date requests,
and it hasn't even hit 9.30 AM yet
This is LA
where the homeless are quick pilgrims to your heart
and where men polish stars,
on the streets.
ceara
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