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Sep 2015
I'm sick with power, sick, in too deep
Tracing power lines along every street
The corners lament, the station cement
The rotting woods ready to be replaced

Nowhere around has decay like I do
So fear the ready souls
We lengthen the sun, we race and we won
But dawn comes quickly for repose
Feeling Real
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Feeling Real  26/F
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   SassyJ and ryn
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