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Jul 2015
after a few mouthfuls,
masks are grown from harsh liquids,
they soften our muscles,
ease our aches,
lead us to believe that strangers are soul mates,
lets dance,
while we all embrace our artificially composed friends.
bit sad
Tim Buggy
Written by
Tim Buggy  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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