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Money was so sweet in the haze of his youth and now that his face has creased relatives have moved These glass windows are the only way out He shut his mouth and watched as he got closer to the ground.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Old Money
Money was so sweet in the haze of his youth and now that his face has creased relatives have moved These glass windows are the only way out He shut his mouth and watched as he got closer to the ground.
melody-claire
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
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