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just ask any waitress in the diner still sane. ask a businessman locked behind a desk. ask a cop in jail for theft or custer or van gogh or a child in harlem foodless and cold. ask the grey day evaporated by the sun just ask. we all want to burn, to dance and sidestep through are own private hells to hang upon a church bell high above a cathedral in notre dame laughing, in love with the finality of fire. the fire is a man with shotgun standing in a savings and loan the fire is a 16 year old girl in a short short dress with oh so long legs the fire cries like snow geese warm so warm into this cold winter's night. this life we love is but a hawk on fire flying flaming into the sun of our existence... we want what we fear. the fire is the ghost in my bones and it will not let me go. the fire is life all else is waiting.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
the world is burning
just ask any waitress in the diner still sane. ask a businessman locked behind a desk. ask a cop in jail for theft or custer or van gogh or a child in harlem foodless and cold. ask the grey day evaporated by the sun just ask. we all want to burn, to dance and sidestep through are own private hells to hang upon a church bell high above a cathedral in notre dame laughing, in love with the finality of fire. the fire is a man with shotgun standing in a savings and loan the fire is a 16 year old girl in a short short dress with oh so long legs the fire cries like snow geese warm so warm into this cold winter's night. this life we love is but a hawk on fire flying flaming into the sun of our existence... we want what we fear. the fire is the ghost in my bones and it will not let me go. the fire is life all else is waiting.
guy-scutellaro
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
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