revisiting the scene of the first time every time is no crime it’s not sane just painful…
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Five hundred and ten full stops
Someplace remember some places forget I get tired with the replays of old pals back in them days I look out for the new but we do as we do and I remember. Frankie was fifteen when he died no one tried to save him save the one who couldn’t save himself but he was…
