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Feb 2020
Tan skin covered in an assortment of rose colored fabrics
Illuminated by tiny stars encased in glass
Faint melodies play quietly in the background to prevent silence from taking hold
A space timeless as the calendar by the door displaying dates long expired
This is my dreamland
A bubble that protects those within from any worries outside by trapping them in paintings
A private place
Perfect for romantic or platonic excursions
This is where inspiration is fueled
Where laughter can be heard from time to time when guests arrive
And where many pleasures, past and present, have and will take place
Squid
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Squid  16/F
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