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Apr 2021
Because my brain in swimming in a goo that is made of me and you.
There are quiet moments loud as screams, but nothing compares to the waking dreams
Where laughter is shared and fun is felt in our own little world
Where we can help but leave all our problems ignored
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Lisapotamus  30/F
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   Imran Islam, A and Sunny
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