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Oct 2013
i am up, alone, in the city that never wakes
stuck dormant, hibernating through sun and snow and snow and sun
until all that is left are the corpses of the people who dreamed of big towns
but were stuck in small ones
Molly Rosen
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Molly Rosen
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