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o splendid child most whOlly pure and sweet ( angelic, come to claim your worldly place) de     scend               ing, born to mother of the street Leda to some (on the                                                      down-low) Zeus effervescent incandescent  eYe  s illuminating darkened cornered souls of passers-                                                                     >snappingsnarlingstomping<                                                                      by                  with savior's grace found now(here)                                                              perfect whole unearthly beauty neon ((halo)) glows mirrored                                on her palest golden hair from reddest lights and bar signs                                                          Her steps float above the concrete-footed walks and stairs to which we're tied.                                  Just child's play (yet it seems that in her wake a cityblock's                                                   )redeemed
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:14 PM UTC
o splendid child
o splendid child most whOlly pure and sweet ( angelic, come to claim your worldly place) de     scend               ing, born to mother of the street Leda to some (on the                                                      down-low) Zeus effervescent incandescent  eYe  s illuminating darkened cornered souls of passers-                                                                     >snappingsnarlingstomping<                                                                      by                  with savior's grace found now(here)                                                              perfect whole unearthly beauty neon ((halo)) glows mirrored                                on her palest golden hair from reddest lights and bar signs                                                          Her steps float above the concrete-footed walks and stairs to which we're tied.                                  Just child's play (yet it seems that in her wake a cityblock's                                                   )redeemed
Thanks for the inspiration, Lucan. :)
joel-m-frye
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:14 PM UTC
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