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A Crowded Place

Drowsiness envelopes... Under a starless night Where light from an old tungsten bulb Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find. A faint cold breeze blew, Whispering memories of a distant past... I yearn for the wind For the rain and the storm Though it reminds me of a certain death... My Death.

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