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Silent alleyways, bright window shops Warm riveting smells in these compressed bricks are as familiar as a common cold These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
I’m walking down a long alley, it’s dark and cold, I shiver as I’m only in my scrunched up lace dress, the night is dark as deathly Grimm and I can’t help but let out a squeal of pain as the freezing breeze hit my body, it felt as knives were bein
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