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Going There


If I go down this street I might see Liza sitting drinking her coffee, reading a book and smoking a menthol and that is good sight, but if I make a right I will have a clear view of the sun going down causing spectacular angles all over the ghetto. Life's choices sometimes but only just sometimes are great.

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