Yet, Mary didn’t see the street of stars named up of desires, made up of the expired.
Hollywood is an eyeshot away.
Yet, Holly wouldn’t accept it as a given, with the city of angels playing halcyon on her decision.
Celiac City is a stepping stone for the heavies.
Yet, Celia arrives already with a bindle full of stories that she stole from her labile affected Missouri.
They welcomed this starry eyed town with their eyes down,
they were here to absorb the exterior, minus the vessels that felt more inferior.
The city lights along with its plights are the only thing they will marry,
they wouldn’t roll twice any old dice and the heart on their sleeve is what only chaos could carry.
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