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This Town

I hate this town
where I feel bound
to familiar faces
falling down, falling frown

my routine paces
in ironic races
right back to the start;
this town, old places

on which it stands, the ground is art
reaching up to tear me apart
standing small, its crushing my heart
and hating this town, I'm back to the start





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