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Oct 11
I walk too far and end up back where I began, but now it seems unfamiliar
Faded colors, broken glass, aged houses with wild front yards
I sit by main street and wait, but no one ever comes
Time has left me and this place behind
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my thoughts are loud  30/Neither/Nowhere
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