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The Opening Year
Dark pools in a field.
Cities like hi-pass, lo-pass.
Brick frown, bracket mouth.
High school sweethearts.
Breath night October 24,
jog under yellow corpse.
Know we're all there.
I recall intimacy.
Maple innocent history.
Kingdom rule and the majority.
Field flat-backed, heaving.
A stomach blow.
âThis here is changing.â
From Letras Mania