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Be Quiet.

Some things make you want to die.

Some things make you want to never go outside.

Tell tall tales of old times

Selling signs of the good life.

 

Creep inside the old mind

trap yourself in a contest of road signs.

Be the last one to find the real reason

that we all decide to be quiet.

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nicholas-james-berlincourt
American
Published
Jul 19, 2016
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