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Oct 2019
I had a dream
that our bodies
withered under the
crumbling weight
of our façade.
and
Our
souls
sprouted
from the cynicism
that surrounds both of us.
and
Our
disillusion with the human
realm was buried within the
ghosts of our past.
Written by
blackbiird  27/F/A happy place.
(27/F/A happy place.)   
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   Carlo C Gomez and neth jones
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