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Apr 2017
Let's abandon the shell,
the tumor, void and waiting.
What I desperately wanted
I haven't found.

Want something?
Insect wings or compound eyes?
A world where boys
need to be short?

Sleep gave me
electric hands in the 1920's.
Making paradise is a dream!
My shop's always open!
Poppy Fields
Written by
Poppy Fields  16/USA
(16/USA)   
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   Gabriel burnS and kim
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