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Feb 2014
He had a most profound hairdo after blowing out his brains,
his rose-head thoughtless, raw,  red, dreams sent out to space.

It was a frenzied brain,
of memories of flesh and fury,
of gorgeous colors of the past,
some of happiness,
some of horror,
of somber comforts that would'nt last,
for the good of the man
who blew his brains out
in a van.
J
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