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Oct 2020
Far and wide we wonder for it.
Here
Now
Waiting for you.
Holy light trails upon you.
Come
See
Shines upon you.
Blindness seeks the concrete realness
Touch
Feel
I'm real and see-through.
Stone meets hand and enlightenment blankets you.
Reality
Touchable
You need my texture.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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