debris

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I am only overwhelmed with pure joy; It is when I take in that sweet fresh air. The smell of rain lingers as a decoy, It's a distraction to the lack of care.
As so many others before me, I dream of a day where there will be no more debris Debris of the lost and lonely Debris of the poor and homely Debris of the beat and anguished Debris of the alone and languished
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