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Dec 2014
I let the day go by
Nobody knows me
I lay here still,
The world is moving
The stars are so high
The ground too low
And I am somewhere
In between
I have so much space
And too little time
Here, I am -
But what is mine?

Twisted Sweetness
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Twisted Sweetness
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