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There are two worlds that I know of. The first can be seen, and felt, and heard. The other spins inside the eyes that pry it. What becomes of fantasies That break the paradigm And live in its schism?
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Fantasies
There are two worlds that I know of. The first can be seen, and felt, and heard. The other spins inside the eyes that pry it. What becomes of fantasies That break the paradigm And live in its schism?
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
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