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I I am in Cardiff      Where foams pummel the jetty I am in Cardiff      Where crab skeletons blanch the beach I am in Cardiff      Where the Pilot Star became a conch I was in the ruse of age      Where the young kiss I was in Joshua Tree      Where the mind is thoughtless I am a grove's wilting I will be an unbearable urge And I am shivering in Santa Ana near Bristol and 1st II There is intent when the addict mutters -- Estranged in his unhappy gutters -- "Life is cheap and love is free." Hopelessness's epitome Sits naked beyond the wall. There is derision in the dealer's call -- Osmium-heat in an unimpeded fall -- "You can't change who you are." Greed could tear down a star To sculpt into a Cardiff shell. Warrant breeds within a child's yell. III I am in Cardiff      Where foams pummel the jetty I am in Cardiff      Where crab skeletons blanch the beach I am in Cardiff      Where the Pilot Star became a conch I was in the ruse of age      Where the young kiss I was in Joshua Tree      Where the mind is thoughtless I am a grove's wilting I will be an unbearable urge And I am shivering in Santa Ana near Bristol and 1st
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
I am in Cardiff (2nd Draft)
I I am in Cardiff      Where foams pummel the jetty I am in Cardiff      Where crab skeletons blanch the beach I am in Cardiff      Where the Pilot Star became a conch I was in the ruse of age      Where the young kiss I was in Joshua Tree      Where the mind is thoughtless I am a grove's wilting I will be an unbearable urge And I am shivering in Santa Ana near Bristol and 1st II There is intent when the addict mutters -- Estranged in his unhappy gutters -- "Life is cheap and love is free." Hopelessness's epitome Sits naked beyond the wall. There is derision in the dealer's call -- Osmium-heat in an unimpeded fall -- "You can't change who you are." Greed could tear down a star To sculpt into a Cardiff shell. Warrant breeds within a child's yell. III I am in Cardiff      Where foams pummel the jetty I am in Cardiff      Where crab skeletons blanch the beach I am in Cardiff      Where the Pilot Star became a conch I was in the ruse of age      Where the young kiss I was in Joshua Tree      Where the mind is thoughtless I am a grove's wilting I will be an unbearable urge And I am shivering in Santa Ana near Bristol and 1st
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
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