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Finding myself With no keeper No doors closed I sway Move into the night With fervor For what lies ahead The delicate instruments Grinding Stowing away The secrets kept From the surrounding cities Turmoil Building up Releasing an uplift of spirits I could hardly imagine
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Brighton Alley
Finding myself With no keeper No doors closed I sway Move into the night With fervor For what lies ahead The delicate instruments Grinding Stowing away The secrets kept From the surrounding cities Turmoil Building up Releasing an uplift of spirits I could hardly imagine
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
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