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May 2018
My mind is weird
I feel like its wired differently, a little more gently
So, I sometimes sit down and watch words, flying by
Words passing by, passwords, almost like birds, but just words
Telling me a story, about glory and a dragon, guarding gold and territory
Bless my brain, what an electric and wirery mess
With an engine, leaking oil onto the paper...
Jolan Lade
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Jolan Lade  20/M/Denmark
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