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Cobble paved streets

seven days ago
and sometimes i think
i should fly
cuz im right on the brink

the brink, the edge
of what
i sink and pledge
my heart plays in soot

a child, a gypsy
something wild, something itchy
stomachs alive
i crave a ride
that i cant have
cuz that soot is quick sand





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