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She was numb, hands in limp fists on her lap, as she sat on a moldy park
bench. The wood was rotting from all the weather and time that had
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Of the wretched and the broken, I stand here;Along with all the smoke, mirrors and games.Eyes upward, gazing with many other celestial seers,Waiting f..
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Clocks thrown into the unforgiving sea,Littering the ocean floor carelessly.Harsh clashes in order to sustain need;Paired with regret, tormenting vici..
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