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Aug 2018
Paper folded into doors
Fingers twisted into words
I try to grip reality
While collecting bumblebees
They call me whimsical
But iā€™m just somewhere else
always in la la land
Written by
E McNamara  18/F/in the ocean
(18/F/in the ocean)   
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