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<!DOCTYPE html>
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<html>
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<head>
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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>desolation - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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</head>
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<body>
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<p align=center>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>desolation</b></p>
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<p>published: 7-31-2015</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>snow fall on a silent day<br />
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covering the ground in a suburb<br />
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and walking through the thin frost covering the dormant life below<br />
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under a grey sky<br />
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the same color as your heart in that moment</p>
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<p>driving through the empty streets at midnight<br />
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watching the sleeping world pass by you<br />
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through your darkened window<br />
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illuminated by stoplights as your father drives</p>
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<p>taking your unknowingly last steps in the train yard by your house<br />
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listening to the train horns in the distance<br />
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and making empty statements about running away<br />
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and your father says, “go ahead”<br />
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but you don’t move<br />
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because there’s no way that you can leave your whole life behind<br />
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at a whim</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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