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gone with the wind I went, one summer day in sixteen; behind in a slew of dust I left them with the sidewalk chalk. 'should I stay or should I go' is the question I'm still answering. because fragments exist all around where the sidewalk chalk use to be, slow burn of a fire that burnt through the inside and now the structure wavers, littered and haunted with the winds of the past.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
haunted
gone with the wind I went, one summer day in sixteen; behind in a slew of dust I left them with the sidewalk chalk. 'should I stay or should I go' is the question I'm still answering. because fragments exist all around where the sidewalk chalk use to be, slow burn of a fire that burnt through the inside and now the structure wavers, littered and haunted with the winds of the past.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
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