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Oct 2012
that thing in your left eye, drooling empirical  pyres
seems to lose it's children anywhere you last saw them...
they traipse through sewers of fresh love, higher
than brick kites, dwelling on skin,
every hour.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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