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Seven Eleven
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Harsh and sharp, the fluoresce hurts my eyes. It's after midnight
and kids mill around the seven eleven, hungry for attention and
nuisance, boredom grinds their hopes to gripes and rubbish litters
the streets. In the rain all seems fresh
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