The lines of transport. Make their way through towns. The lines of transport. Make their way through towns. At any cost, name a price. . Digging through towns.
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The comforting ache. Of the summer holidays. Pointless days pining. Afternoons whining. The suburbs scream. At passers by. The scream of escape. A new siren.