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You’re killing it you’re killing me Alive yet dead in poetry Tree of life fruit of sorrow eat it up like no tomorrow and if I might borrow your words: Am I a psycho? Watch my beard burn
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See AllWhere gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are
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