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Hugoose Mar 2019
Each Word That’s Spoken Loses Altitude, Everything You Think Is Quietly Booed

A Busy Mind Screams Out Across A Night Sky, On Earth You’re Just A Little Bit Shy

People We Know Become Strangers You’ve Never Met, You Sometimes Ask Them for Change at The Launderette
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