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This barren street at night Dust storms Picking up the Autumn leaves In cyclones Decorations lingering Halloween ghost Hanging from a tree The sensation of a witch Being born at every Hit of my cigarette Wondering why more Other lost souls Are not outside smoking Cigarettes shaking in hoodies That are too large For them Trying to solve this universe
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
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This barren street at night Dust storms Picking up the Autumn leaves In cyclones Decorations lingering Halloween ghost Hanging from a tree The sensation of a witch Being born at every Hit of my cigarette Wondering why more Other lost souls Are not outside smoking Cigarettes shaking in hoodies That are too large For them Trying to solve this universe
Last night
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
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