Who owns this day? This town?
Nobody.
The rains come across the bay, halt awhile, move along.
They leave behind a soaked humanity, anonymous.
The brightest among us are alien.
Forbidding.
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Who owns this day? This town?
Nobody.
The rains come across the bay, halt awhile, move along.
They leave behind a soaked humanity, anonymous.
The brightest among us are alien.
Forbidding.
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The Caroline’s are looking forward to weather like this
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