We live on Sunset Boulevard.
English words and thought seem too downright a medium into which to render these evanescent, half-expressed sentences and poems—vague as the misty mountain scenery of her country, with no pronouns at all, and without verb inflections.
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain
Everyone's down with the flu, and I'm in the office all by myself.
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