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Pulse;     life     lives    here Clicking it's heels on  gum-speckled sidewalks    between     sirens and Cigarette butts spouting carbon, Diamonds   at the right temperature,     Polluting    for the time being                     Wasted In  drunken stupors under Bright lights and the                  would-have-been              dreams of a has-been.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
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Pulse;     life     lives    here Clicking it's heels on  gum-speckled sidewalks    between     sirens and Cigarette butts spouting carbon, Diamonds   at the right temperature,     Polluting    for the time being                     Wasted In  drunken stupors under Bright lights and the                  would-have-been              dreams of a has-been.
So many people come to this city with dreams...so few succeed..
AKA_Kari
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
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