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May 2015
Little Jonny Boy could never see it coming, he always spend his life looking back as he was running.

See his world was not a picture in a story that would ever excite him, His past switched places with his future so it could come back and bite him.

He runs away like a bat searching for light, only sounds and vibrations could ever save his life.

Vibrations coming around from every different side little Jonny Boy could never see it coming thought his life was cursed because it never felt right.

You talk about a dream let me show you what it feels like in-side, The sofa never moved he could only sleep on it every night on his side.

See he cried in a dream that chose to come into his life, hid past was now smiling as it held him close and tight.

Guiding him close to the cold thing little Jonny Boy never understood why the birds sing, in the afternoon searching for they dreams.

His mouth was always cold his words were never clean, sleeping on the sofa with thunder storms chasing him.

Jidos Reality 1.8.12
JidosReality
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JidosReality  Portsmouth u.k
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