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Jan 2021
In a world of what never happens
To sit again to feel the pattern
Inside my covers left to lay
Believe in never, land of day

Before I go in past of present
Deep to play what begins of heaven
Roar I hear the sound of moon
It will happen of not to soon

Locked door I fight to find outside
Soft of pillow my head will bow
Squeeze tight the light of lens
In a world of what never happens
Written by
Julie
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