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no you're upside down
these thin paper walls,
and late night cars,
rough bird calls,
and purple scars,
midnight walks,
and foreign feelings,
glowing city clocks,
and moldy ceilings,
all exist for someone new,
for someone else,
and yet,
myself.
and late night cars,
rough bird calls,
and purple scars,
midnight walks,
and foreign feelings,
glowing city clocks,
and moldy ceilings,
all exist for someone new,
for someone else,
and yet,
myself.
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