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Dec 2018
I long for a place where magic
is common sense.
A place where the impossible is real,
And what’s real is the impossible.
That is why I bury myself
In what you call nonsense.
Because nonsense
Makes all the cents
In worlds ways away.
Written by
Addie Kay  16/F/Wherever you are.
(16/F/Wherever you are.)   
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