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Sun has moved on to another town
The dim streetlights sullenly awake
Pondering Dostoevsky, forgiveness, time
Continuing to blacken my lungs
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A different time
In different circumstance
I truly believe nothing's left to chance
A different story
With a different twist
Would hav..
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We are nothing more than our present selves
Our previous selves have been read, shared, filed and placed back on the shelves
Time and chance the..
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