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*gapes at all the beauty*
Iam not worthy to gaze upon such radiance. Tall One, Julia, Soul, you all make me weep with joy to gaze upon you.
In other words, mrow.
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Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
-Allen Ginsberg, A Supermarket in California
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