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Jun 2017
Palm trees sway, your mind relaxes.
Humid sticky air is flustered around your hot skin.
Every devient unexplained mind enjoys the water.
Happiness and enrichment reaps through the air.
Your time of thinking is higher than you can ever imagine.
You aren't in the place you want to be in.
You are an enclosure.
Manipulation.
It's too late now you have been deceived.
Now get out!
Ollie
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