the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram

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hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent

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with every page
the similarities get
lesser and lesser

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the city
ends past
the horizon

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we caught
the last train
at 8am

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I seem to
hear with my
vocal chords

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the night
wraps its cold arms
around me

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if

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it takes old men
to make movies
like they used to

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you can't shoulder surf
from someone
who can't type

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