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high white waysshattered by rainpale dead wallsnerves pushed in painred light facedmirrors of the deadpeople on the archwayseyes full of leadalways closing down myselflower sights and never seeworlds of noise and worlds of lightexpecting not to benot close enough for youto hear a breath or steal a sighbut just close enough for meto take a step and pass you by
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