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Sunrises die, orange and swirling in the embittered sky, and I die for hours on end in the phenomenon dubbed sleep. The bitter sand is the song, sweet and soft, with a calculator on steroids to Pink Floyd music tunes, and this is it, where and when Mother Hell ascends. Featuring poems like the opus Schizm and the beautiful artist dream Social Security, this poetry collection has guts.
