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Inferno Noon o'clock in Sin City heatwave, Sirens glaringly shrill from a distance our world Like some distant memory sounds of no one panics Emergencies as common vitamins like local topical Anesthesia... We've become Familiar, indifferent, to the hum Drums, cymbals clash crescendoes Shatters Just background noise As siren songs Beckons The shrill of metropolis Sin City noons The ambulance carries Life / away The distances between us Is the numb we feel Angrily congealed. Anesthesia.                        Locale : no where's. A no one in a sea of fine faces As human as mine Kind Yet many yet recognize Beauty of all one Shine an ocean of individual and lonely Life Eyes so so wide Noon day Suns' / Alive and Golden            (Art)    Thine! (*flesh Begotten from    Light*)
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Art Thine!
Inferno Noon o'clock in Sin City heatwave, Sirens glaringly shrill from a distance our world Like some distant memory sounds of no one panics Emergencies as common vitamins like local topical Anesthesia... We've become Familiar, indifferent, to the hum Drums, cymbals clash crescendoes Shatters Just background noise As siren songs Beckons The shrill of metropolis Sin City noons The ambulance carries Life / away The distances between us Is the numb we feel Angrily congealed. Anesthesia.                        Locale : no where's. A no one in a sea of fine faces As human as mine Kind Yet many yet recognize Beauty of all one Shine an ocean of individual and lonely Life Eyes so so wide Noon day Suns' / Alive and Golden            (Art)    Thine! (*flesh Begotten from    Light*)
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
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