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May 2014
The smell of stale cigarettes and
the moons reflection off a damp street
Somewhere in Europe
Dead, hopeless with
beggars staggering along alleyways

You are lost like those beggars
yet wish to be in their place
i'm stuck here

Darling,
nobody's holding you down
Rational Daisies
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Rational Daisies
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