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sanktulo de nuboj
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2020-03-16
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I could use a light in the dark
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past the dimmest streets between posts
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maybe you should look to your right
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that house is where you used to play host
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sneaking out late at night
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to visit friends who soon wouldn't be at all
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do you remember my face? my scars?
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don't worry; the forgetting's mutual
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this whole place feels so surreal
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that sometimes I question
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if my childhood was real
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and if I don't let go of these rusty playground poles
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they won't hesitate to rip in me a hole
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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