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Verse 1Arise and walk these shadowed streets,Breathe deep the remnants of a time long past,Whose industrial heart still beats,In toxic fumes, our visi..
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Do you remember? Would you know my gaitIf only words were left to bear my truth?While all else lies concealed behind its weight,Perhaps our thoughts c..
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In public spaces, moments pierce the soul,Excruciating scenes that resonate deep.Abandoned at the mall, I lose control,You’ve turned away, your ..
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Of the many thingsthat have been a regret"putting down the pen"has been most rude.
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Not all upgrades are a welcome sight,For many don’t enhance or truly prove;Yet status quo might yield a different light,When deemed "a waste of ..
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A barely audible creak greeted meAs I entered this still unfamiliar place.His figure approached, step by step, slowly,Aged and wizened, his steps mark..
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In London’s quiet Poets’ Corner stands,A stone of memories, carved by gentle hands.Eighty-five years since its first debut,Yet names were ..
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In Kilmarnock's print, a treasure lies,A first edition, where history sighs,From eighteen eighty-six, its verses flow,Robert Burns’ heart, in di..
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being an unlit candlean unlit match stickwill surely not sufficeneither the twain shall meetunless you strike onethe other remains andunless the lit s..
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*npc: non-playing character
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