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Nov 2015
My nights
Never have been more painless
For every hour,
I remain to descend to you, yet there's nothing to stay for.

My nights
Never have been more plain.
consistently hazy
Yet I remain to descend to you.

My nights
Always a foreign road.
Fill
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Fill  Earth
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   Peninsula
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