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Aug 2016
tea drunk in rivers
at the deeper level
where someone knows the reason
maybe your life depends on it
- dehydration from alcohols bite
red wine and lager
sweet n sour chicken
with noodles. Strange dreams follow.
A night on the tiles
where a madman was planting a tree in the garden which had no roots
and in the dream you knew you were dreaming the whole thing.
Written by
nivek
345
   ---, ---, ---, --- and Keith Wilson
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