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this tuesday morning (Concrete) by teacup

The street shines with the winter rain Each splashing puddle mocks my pain. I want to dash out of this place But I know I'm losing this race. The sky scowls and I want to cry In this bus stop I think I'll die.

INTRANSIT 20-Oct-02/3:04 PM
I like all three, but I'm a little confused about"fruit punch". How long does it take the sun to set in Oregon on I-5 in the summer?6




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