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Aug 2017
A gentle push
Towards the harsh terrain below
Is all I need
To let this go
Love was never the question
Being alone is the answer
I was not afraid
Of this crippling disaster
We thought it was love
But I'm sure it's loneliness
Just push me out
Of this poorly built nest
I'm gaining new perspective. I see things as they truly are.
Dawn Treader
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Dawn Treader  Unicorn Lane
(Unicorn Lane)   
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     hedonistic sentience, coqueta and ---
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