"we're all golden sunflowers inside."
"The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air, the bodies of the soul that built the wonderland shuffled and stalked and stalked and lurched in attitudes of immemorial nightmare all around."
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Source: Allen Ginsberg (2013). “Collected Poems 1947-1997”, p.1364, Penguin UK
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