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8h
why’d hurt come from birth,
why’s it bound to the barrel of north.
dashing in and out of the blue—
where was your heart then,
what is it to you.

speedways, speedways—
all I ever chased,
but I never met that one pace.
Blaire Blues
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Blaire Blues  20/F/peony hill
(20/F/peony hill)   
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     Emma, Rick, Mister Truth and N
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