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Aug 31
I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.
Written by
     Frank Russell, Ije, Jaxey, julianna, ollie and 4 others
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