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The Midnight Hour
word city
Monday, April 25, 2011
everything is a dream
we pass like strangers
we glance at windows
we stare at the floor
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Fènwa Teryen
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we move like insects
we love as addicts
we die alone
April 27, 2011 at 5:45 AM
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we move like insects
we love as addicts
we die alone
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