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Apr 2019
Footsteps on an old stone bridge,
Accompanied by a one-note iron-railing xylophone.
The pouring night-rain is a white noise backing track:
Welcome to Bleak Street,
Where hope dies
But its accidental incidental music thrives.
Written by
Eryri
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