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Lawrence Arms A Boring Story

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septic stinking like a dream spoken outside in outside voices struck silent into shruddering and cold ground padded noises sucking myself up a truth that

look like snow. Falling and just sitting there. More trash than the county fair. The smell of crowds, a burning nose, a smell familiarly morose. Half-

look like snow falling and just sitting there more trash than the county fair the smell of crowds, a burning nose a smell familiarly morose half-assed