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between arguing on the phone
someone said that's what my work is
and their innocent floater to keep dancing
an old man crossed the street intubated
slowly with no price for the sell
samurai course online to face adult life
poet said there's a God of time
this day nobody wants this train seat
next to the old unclean poor man
newborn tangerines appear in the city
some good news to travel back