We live in a town, you know, that the tour guides say was built on smelting. We live in a town where I fell in love with you in the shadow of an immense abandoned factory building, built of sheet metal and cheap red brick, and you were stunned that I could drink so much more than you. You aren't from around here, well, neither am I. We live in a
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keep it up
(i won't write a poem this time... :-)
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