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Station
The railroad was
glaring, blaring,
blooming, booming
but immigration
had ended. The
platform was
privatized, a
secure container
colony. Where the
fuck is the godmother
of punk? She simply,
certainly, entirely
isn't here.
glaring, blaring,
blooming, booming
but immigration
had ended. The
platform was
privatized, a
secure container
colony. Where the
fuck is the godmother
of punk? She simply,
certainly, entirely
isn't here.
Published 1st Jun 2013
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