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there is this certain house call it the beach house once a well-worn respite, it's quaint disrepair no longer charms sands that once barely dared   brush against the steps victory dance over the porch and through the warped, unclosed door as it hangs nearly unhinged passersby notice much as hazy eyed prostitutes stare thru effete johns from that absent mind place where it wouldn't occur to look inside
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
the beach house
there is this certain house call it the beach house once a well-worn respite, it's quaint disrepair no longer charms sands that once barely dared   brush against the steps victory dance over the porch and through the warped, unclosed door as it hangs nearly unhinged passersby notice much as hazy eyed prostitutes stare thru effete johns from that absent mind place where it wouldn't occur to look inside
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
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