Fables by mindgallery
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In their last chance dreams nothing
was left, not even the seams
anymore
nothing left in the
store
to buy or sell
or stock
or save
ll
Sometimes i’ll walk by the old place
which is no longer
there
but in a certain light
or shift in the
air
you can can still
hear
things
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writing,
and were ones he otherwise respected with.
He tried not to care, to
he loved the ending and maybe matter.
“But it’s like no, should matter,” he says.
“I up in my head and sit in weep and applaud this great TV show on the…
