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I get book-sad

When I read stories about aesthetically electric worlds,

Places where everything pops and fizzes

Big giant arcs of radiant, swirling, scintillating *** and color,

With folks wild as devils;

It hurts me to live in no such place.

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walter-louis-holohan

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Published: Jan 6, 2012
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