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| Weathered |
play the strangers for me against a black billboard of two people arguing. all i can hear is the passion winding down. this shiny city takes from us, our thoughts, our hope of looking up, our lips from each others. it hurts to hear of a new track pounded in, next to our apartment, it hurts to know you slipped into a new life. |
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| ergo | ...opening a new door. | 100412 |
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| unhinged |
youngstown y_town (blather) |
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| unhinged |
sf (i might look innocent but the reality is far different) |
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