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Any friday night you could find them
on the dance floor.
Edge against the wall forgive me
What use to be a sense of humor?
such a capricious drug
like faces floating on the surface of a dream
the present.
Iwant no memorey of this place.
And i wish my days to come to be so good and what shines
hidden in dirt crass casualty obstructs the sun and rain
and immortality
none of this seems to relate to today

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