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Feb 2015
Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey,
black skies lay little lights hidden from glow;
howl thy voiceless;
howl thy thoughtless;
howl thy careless;
howl for thee, thee lives thou forgo.
Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey,
la belle epoche; thus, we call today.
Moe
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