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Right
I wrote this from a few lines that have been running round my head for a while now.
Right
The house to our right is empty, right now,
Right out of people and sofas.
All that stuff.
They’ve got the builders in, right now,
to make sure it’s right.
Just ... perfect.
Right before Christmas my mate moved out.
Everything in there was alright.
It was home.
...
Friday 20th May 2016 10:12 am
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