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Jan 2018
Snow-white birds fly through
clear crisp blue sky.
White pure city in a distance,
on the other side
of dark blue cold river.
Thin sharp power lines of steel,
a plane

         Lying in a hole,
         wet clods of dirt
         and dense mud
         with metal junk(?),
         feces(?)
         Sensation of heaviness.
Decided to write down my reocurring childhood dream. It was really interesing and insanely synesthetic. I FELT the contrast between these two 'worlds' I described here.
Ylang Ylang
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Ylang Ylang  26/M
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       Ylang Ylang, Surbhi Dadhich, Mack, Imran Islam and ---
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