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- the first time we rode our bicycles underwaterthe ...
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- How can I sleep when what doesn't wake you wakes me?
- Haunted by the sight Of silver turned to greyAnd t...
- The smell of bleach, flesh and something moreAll h...
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- Every demise is eventual.
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