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Past the fountain out of repair And the boarded diner A small studio You'd never told anyone about Where old clothes have remained Right where you've dumped them Side by side With random notes and sketches When someone close to you Has a different idea of what you represent He insisted You'll write…
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because the bastard you are begins to curse soon in morning the opal light that comes in through the window and the rain falling in circles on the avenue's asphalt it doesn't mean that there is no reason to smile to life just now that you are editing this bit of text into the Internet that will be r…
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