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Urban Blight

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The Urban Blight. I returned tired from an outing. Everything was around uneasily, misery, and exceeding. The silence overwhelmed me. The wounds got comfortable in my heart plea. The difficulties wore me out. Also, the surprise bolsters over the cry of doubt. My pulse comes back at that point. Who would have helped me to slack? In my spirit, I converse. We are searching for outstanding merit. I request for this to resound all over again. Besides, I realize I haven't lost any labor. But maybe I missed the ending. I confer from the beginning. With my mighty deep angel. From the birth that portrays me. I can’t contain my glee. What's above, and no spies. Only letters were made of pain and cries. With truthful Subtleties portrayed. In public places, to no avail. In the County at High Level. Oh, the deceptive sound. Only accept that you barred your shield. And you look for such a form of survival. Acquisition of fish from the oceans Quit feeling worried. Resting well above mists, Withstand. Also, you'll attain a lift in the early morning. Above anyone's side A plane as Well, as a gun. Then again, a ton of hands. I am cheering for your grip forward. Often, overcrowding of folds. People started to fade under the crowds. The ancient world ruined itself. Just analogous to the beam mist of Pharaoh. Birds have fled from its towers. We were sitting close to spring flowers. The stars are scattered as well. To expose an illegal entry. The Deserted Pathway Neediness, always, Additionally, greediness Often, the darkness.

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