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Jun 2017
I am the streaks of red-green light refracted and reflected in the raindrops on the window of the night bus, hurtling through the city as it sleeps. I am the lonesome hum of a generator in an empty stadium. I am the orange buzz-hiss-buzz of a streetlamp in a quiet parking lot. I am a first kiss, a last dance, a slow sway towards death, a black butterfly ****** into the engine. I am the green fields, seen by aeroplane on descent, bisected by fingers of muddy brown river. I am the pain and the joy of a young girl, the shame and regret of an old man, the flight and the howl of a stray dog. I am the brite-white ice cream clouds, the heavy, hungry ground, and the gaping, gleaming, shimmering, sideways sea.
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Sam  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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