FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new subdivisions, The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of nights, flat lands-blood and fire of sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over you. And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night. "Lots for Sale-Easy Terms" run letters painted on a board-and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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