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Sep 2013
And we dance upon toadstools,

drinking the teeth of dandelion lies,

we leave them speechless,

promising the world will die before us.
I'm tired and maybe I'll write more later, stay tuned for the next instalment of this horrible mess, friends.
Madds
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Madds  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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