2013-04-22 16:59:15,
2013-04-22 17:09:24
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In the icy cold, I feel the dust,
In the extreme flame, I smell the sand.
In the light of the street lamp,
I can feel the darkness.

In the city, you know the rust.
Don't let it touch your mechanical hand.
Poverty creates this camp,
I can feel the darkness.

When will the slums begin to bust?
Wipe your tears away with your hand.
Let them fall, turn the ground damp.
I can feel the Darkness.

I can See the Darkness.

I know the Darkness.