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KILLIN DA PERSON THAT KILLED U!
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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER
send this GUN to everyone you care about including me if you care. C how
many times you get this, if you get a 13 your A TRUE HOMIE
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Today is cold and hard.
The clouds freeze.
The winds are tugging ropes.
The people freeze.
The footsteps sound metallic
On ore-bearing stones,
And the eyes look –
Wide white lakes.
In the old town stand
Small bright Christmas cottages,
Their colourful windows look out
Onto the snow-covered square.
In the moonlight a silent man
Walks into the snow,
His big shadow is blown
along the cottages by the wind.
People who cross dark bridges,
past saints
with dim little lights.
Clouds that drift across the grey sky
past churches
with twilight towers.
One who leans against the ashlar parapet
and looks into the evening water,
hands on old stones.