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Groinchurn

This is me, reminiscence about the future to be.
Calm coldness, enveloping my youthful boldness.
Suburban dream.
Calvinistic time has come to redeem.
Sitiing at the bustop, not going nowhere.
Craving Human contact, but no-one around here cares.

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