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Oct 2017
A trip down old roads.
To the house on the hill.

The roads are paved now,
No more gravel its all cement.
But the house has caved down,
The rubble echoes our sentiment.

You stand beneath the dirt and dust,
Waiting to be seen as more than a hassle.
Let me show you more than flirt and lust,
Let me rebuild a castle.
xy
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xy  19/M/Canada
(19/M/Canada)   
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