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this city was ours the trees the streets the places the stars the clouds the sun all of it was ours we made our own landmarks we climbed mountains and built bridges with our love but those bridges burned and the city went up in flames and those mountains turned valleys and the clouds turned gray
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
heat of passion
this city was ours the trees the streets the places the stars the clouds the sun all of it was ours we made our own landmarks we climbed mountains and built bridges with our love but those bridges burned and the city went up in flames and those mountains turned valleys and the clouds turned gray
this is a break up in so many words
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
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