Fifty Words

Triumph.

It’s a dream; strafing, sagging, sliding lights.

Visual jazz, in the blink of an eye.

This city is empty without you,

A panoramic view.

A smile that kills, a heart that cares.

Knock ’em dead. The Hollywood paradox.

Sprawling, the sun sets in the west.

“Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul”

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