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Porcelain Gods

A winter night in Melbourne after the rain fell all day. The fine line between pleasure and pain. A forgotten memory, a fantasy that became flesh. She was singing love songs and I was lonely. She was doing to music what the ancient Egyptians did to their dead. It was just synthetic pop but they made them into immortal Gods. That lady and her poker face, now she’s the girlfriend of the joker, because life imitates art, and dreams don’t intimidate..

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