Where would I be without it?
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Lonely to the core
Spiraling to the very edge of extinction clambering up the bricks of a deep tower trying to grasp at a chance of likely freedom Yet there i...
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Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room, while not wanting to venture outsid...
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Clean light does not shine here anymore magnolia walls have become dirty to the floor grey linoleum floors sticky past directional tape the...
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The Oregon trail in west Texas, west. the host is the land, growing trees abreast It bears the name wild.. the wild Wild West always; will ...
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