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Nov 2017
Wanderers
Somebody to creep
Through these cold
Lonely
Streets with me
These old lonely
Beats
That keep playing
In my head
Someone to hold my hand
While we see
Everything we’ve been missing
In this city
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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   Carina
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