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Pickpockets
No one cares until narcistic pickpockets
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
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