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Sep 2015
We all swing back and forth.
Half the time there is darkness
which we get lost in.
Sleep:
where we again meet the people
who at some point made our hearts bleed.
And again,
they do that.
This time in darkness, but still with the color.
Strange dreams
Mason
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