THIS NEW LIGHT
CUTS ME HARSHLY
Every time the streetscape changes, someone else
is due - to say it's no longer any good, to declaim
on all the losses. Probably right, and sound by saying.
Man should stand up for what he believes.
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I have no qualms with that, buddy. You make it
seem nostalgic, sitting here. The round-castle font
of my dreams makes reading them all so difficult
for me. I better grab another cup of coffee.
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