Poems from Arcade.Soul

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Just learning to write the stories I wish to tell....
A moment  A simple and needed moment Altered by the handmade ideas we forced on our minds I thought that you thought that I knew this was...
She lives beneath the street lights She dreams of clouds But I think she just wants to be higher She has walked the pavements of a thousand...
There is a voice that echoes without measure It bounces off the faces of those who came before it It dances in the acres of nostalgia This...

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