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My home, dank, dark, and grey its schools that ebb and sway its heart where the demons play my home, dank, dark and grey My home, sober, soiled, and tired its tastes dull but acquired its veins electrically wired my home, sober, soiled, and tired My home, the stoic jungle of stone a concrete empire with no throne where everyone feels alone my home, the stoic jungle of stone.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Home
My home, dank, dark, and grey its schools that ebb and sway its heart where the demons play my home, dank, dark and grey My home, sober, soiled, and tired its tastes dull but acquired its veins electrically wired my home, sober, soiled, and tired My home, the stoic jungle of stone a concrete empire with no throne where everyone feels alone my home, the stoic jungle of stone.
I was feeling rusty because of university work. I thought it would be best just to force something onto a page.
James-Crofts
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
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