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Oct 2015
Her dark matter thoughts
consumed every last drop,
tearing down her reality
like a throwaway prop.
She fell to the breeze
and floated on all fours
to her bottomless abode,
where suns dissolve
and the moon does glow.
The friends inside my head
wan't to play along, but I'm afraid
she might dissect the frog.
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what a waste
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   Homunculus and LycanTheThrope
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