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You dust the cobwebs Dawn the attic Wear the house like a flared dress So that I can see the not so bitter end How our world would end And I’ll pull the nails of our old lives out One by one until all around Fall the remnants of these former towns Building homes amidst adventures is not how
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Homeliness and Homelessness
You dust the cobwebs Dawn the attic Wear the house like a flared dress So that I can see the not so bitter end How our world would end And I’ll pull the nails of our old lives out One by one until all around Fall the remnants of these former towns Building homes amidst adventures is not how
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colmistoirm
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
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