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I used to sleep at the foot of my sister's bed. Curled up waiting until she woke up and kicked us off. before sleeping in that room i cant rememebr where i slept.
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The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden -Funeral Blues
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