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Planes roar above, Cars burn through streets, Fridges and Heaters hum through us. When you’re addicted to Metal & Concrete, silence is a privilege.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
Quiet!
Planes roar above, Cars burn through streets, Fridges and Heaters hum through us. When you’re addicted to Metal & Concrete, silence is a privilege.
tyler-brooks
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
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