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City limits stretch and sway, while industry strangles its insides. The inhabitants are parched by house fires and new zoning laws. Somethings still moves inside St. Louis' belly, but I'm not sure what keeps it alive. Hope is sometimes inherent when you've got little else to fall back on. Low income, no income, no God. Just the porch, a cup of
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