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Memories bite the brain On the path An up turned loneliness Waits patiently at the gate The immense white sky Looming over giant parking lots Talk radio drones on Trying to bear down the ugly facts That nobody knows
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
These kind of days
Memories bite the brain On the path An up turned loneliness Waits patiently at the gate The immense white sky Looming over giant parking lots Talk radio drones on Trying to bear down the ugly facts That nobody knows
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
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