It's not really a story I guess. You'll see (if you read it).
Starry Eyes, Silent Night
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the only living shmuck in New York
Oh Sweet Nothing
- Samuel Kastin
- Stars shine through the black of night sky- Dead by the time their light reflects inside your eye- Silent movies upon high
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