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Jun 2012
Last night I fell
onto a theory
Into a memory
that has never existed,
playing perfectly

The tricks I've come to notice here are
soundless, to the sound sleepers around

Relax kids, lets  hush our tone
you’ve only fallen into a machine
of dreams,
the perfect chance to be alone
Allison Knowles
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