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there is no place like home. 4 felt the wind, my arm was hurting. Nothing made much sense. There is no time to explain the loss i feel for yesterday, when i realized that

was not alone, in this no place like view.

the lights at night, the birds fold like chairs an feeling of decay, misfiring proteins and mutant amino peptides all around the tidal motion of home. forever can be a day. playing songs about abstract love, the wants outway the costs of production or so it seemed.