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Feb 2012
Infinite curiosity
Naivety
That is what I see in your eyes
But my eyes drip
Like leaky faucets in an abandoned house
Empty
But for the faded stains of crimes
Committed long ago
That's no place to call home
You are too warm
The cold here will pierce your bones
Please go
Courier Pigeon
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Courier Pigeon
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   Ahmad Cox, --- and ---
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