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plastic
It is
on the road of shaddows
that we walk
though the plastic citys
of our disigner thoughts
where in the end
we stand alone
with our children
without a home
on the road of shaddows
that we walk
though the plastic citys
of our disigner thoughts
where in the end
we stand alone
with our children
without a home
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