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Fresh corpses line the boulevard as the street lights do, and thrushes sing a requiem for the old man who lights a white candle each morning.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Memento
Fresh corpses line the boulevard as the street lights do, and thrushes sing a requiem for the old man who lights a white candle each morning.
#old#autumn#age#memento#mori
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michael-a-bembenek-jr
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
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