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Jul 2016
When my dreams come true,
I hope I get to know.
In this ******* doomed place,
where huge veins have no love.
When my dreams come true,
there’ll be some huge relief.
All over my small cells.
Inspiring my belief.
When they come true, my dreams,
the day they really do,
the heat will burn the filth
inside of you.
My silly ******-up world.
Inside of you.
Wayward Dreamer
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Wayward Dreamer
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   David Adamson and bex
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