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Feb 2016
The truth is that I am the flowing of life dredged down by the weight of illusion, bouncing off the mirrors called other people. Imagine a world where you are your ideal self, and so, see the best selves of others. Perhaps the thought of both is enough to keep us afloat as we sway on our backs eyes to the sky when we're tired of treading.
What is reality? Old poem. Its kind of crap.
Lunar Luvnotes
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Lunar Luvnotes  Hell, California
(Hell, California)   
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   --- and ryn
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