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Aug 2017
The front line of desire;
where we're sold labels and lifestyles.
Recreating us to sell us back to us;
becoming the ashes of our vanity's fire.
Just a bit of W.I.P. My imagination seems to have taken a leave of absence.
Hopefully it will be back soon.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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