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Nov 2018
I see the crooked but empty look on your face,
As her words shout,
They go in one ear out the other.
I walk past seeing the crooked painting
As I enter this house I realized
This house is crooked
Along with our world
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grey  15/F/A small town
(15/F/A small town)   
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