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Mar 2015
This is all the dream of a sentient being.
So, when I sleep what am I seeing?
Forgiven transgression. A lonely demise.
A longing inception for only my eyes.
Cling to me, I think you're real.
I think I am, I think I think, I think I feel.
Give me your love so I will know
it's not a charade; Just a part of the show.
depraVed
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depraVed  Springtown, USA
(Springtown, USA)   
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     Santiago, ---, Arlo Disarray and Arcassin B
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