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No chairs, stools, blocks of wood, sofa's, beds, bunks, bricks, dead/dying/prone bodies. Nothing to sit on, at all by anyone. No lawn, window sills... Nothin', Nada,zip, Fuck all, even.
Everyone stood, until they left, then they left, walkin'
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"And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking.
Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd
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