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Dust fills the sky of the blood red dying day, Debris like swirling snowflakes fall. The great society dies from quiet catastrophe The gusts of wind remove its essence.
Two people were born with the capacity to love and be loved. They lived their lives in sepearte towns, with rival football teams and differing zipcodes. They went to college together and never met.
"Sometimes they come out so gay, they're