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testing how much back we can slip
and I remember...
back in the day
I would've liked to climb up those
twisted stairs of yours
and I Flashback again
that
the storm had come that night
and it had cleansed
me
and it wasn't the power
but rather the rains and the winds
and the
waves crashing aboard
and I would've liked to have stayed
there forever
for a while
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