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273 · Jan 2016
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The Brooklyn Nightmare Jan 2016
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In solemn solitude I walk,
Desolated I fall into the dark skies,
A thick mist of memories that blinds me from the future...
Wherein I get lost, times stops and I reminisce.
Back into the past
#love #lost #solitude
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