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This street reaches
all the way to the sun
These neighborhoods
are always memories
These doors half open
are half done grins
Blind, your own fool
and so ready for life
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We heard that At's 28-year-old ex died. I expected that everything would have stopped when I opened the eyes I shut in disbelief. I ki...
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