These poetry
times we died
alive
each others magic
third world miasma high
20th century failings
(enlightened city
constructing itself amid
ruins and ecstasy)
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About Me
- Andrew Sohan George
- "One can never drink too much strong coffee." I like; *70's records *those that shine from within *fast motorcycles *slow motorcycles *and the hyper-intelligent individual
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