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Instead of dying I went to the dentist What a horror what a terror That was terrible I survived But it feels like I have been In a fight Her hands are so nice Advertisements

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Strange places next to home

Certain days demands escapes to a different city Another place to put the restless mind and body I choose the workers city south of home A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle In order to keep the

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Northern light

Rainy daysBad dayswhy did I returnthis was never my cityIt´s heart is made of stoneall year around is coldthe light in the winter is weakthe light in the summer night is bleakWe the cold people in the northdead before we

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