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City of Needles Pt. II
The Unforeseen: me exhausted, the Conditions: me killed. The bitterness I've been given;Utterly divided. Each evening in disreputable places. The tobacco moistens the eyes and sweated bodies seek a damned faith in what they do. Satta now, don't vex. Will the needles in black lungs give a solution?
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