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May 2020
the casino slithers neon alongside the Interstate and roadkill.
a few stars enchant and the moon gibbons in the deep palsy of the up-above
like an angel of milk stone and blemishes.
fireflies in the tall grass morse code their amorous intent
as Toyotas plunge south in the balmy aftermath
of a mundane day.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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     MS Anjaan and Third Eye Candy
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