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Every step I take Brings you closer to the cliffside. At home, their pictures crowd my pillow, Whisper like nymphs. A corroded coin Apologizes, abandoned in our arid cup. I turn to face the towering metropolis And let my ninth staff illuminate the smog.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Between a Feather and a Hard Place
Every step I take Brings you closer to the cliffside. At home, their pictures crowd my pillow, Whisper like nymphs. A corroded coin Apologizes, abandoned in our arid cup. I turn to face the towering metropolis And let my ninth staff illuminate the smog.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
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