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Feb 2017
The sounds of the city
Put me at ease
Takes me back to my front step
Smoking butts but no trees
The light smell of rain
That would fall like leaves
While I talked to you on the phone
Wishing I was we
Please don't smoke ciggs
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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