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Jun 2018
When dreams turn to dust, we vacuum
If it's made robust, enter the back room
Turn to distrust, it will ditch us into a drab
So sprinkle stardust to make it dream-like fab
Lost the wits, but never call it quits. Life will never omit where you sit.
Copyright@2013.
nawke
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