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Aug 7
Her house isn't somewhere I look forward to visiting
The streets are broken in places with garbage all around
It stinks, right to the almighty heavens, I think
And if it wasn't for her
I would have avoided
Going there
Altogether
But
That is where she lived
And that is why
It became my favourite place
In the entire world

In the entire world
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