a dame from Ontario, Canada

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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, delirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Aww!'"

August 12, ripped and torn on the sleezy hot day when I was born. Now I welcome the world with my charm, yearning words and gun metal arms. 

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