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Oct 2014
the weather's gray.
so gray.

and now it comes.

the moment you should've known but were "too busy"

now it's here.

we burn.
and you cry.

but we've already been locked in our fate.

just go to sleep.

go to sleep.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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