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Careless nights, high on caffeine head filled with cotton and yet waterfall streams true the truth is on the horizon, it whispers yet like the apple dangling on a tree so close but out of reach a boat made of pillows tooth and nails shape this body

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Published: May 22, 2016
Time: 1m

Tags: #musing #timeverse

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