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Sep 2021
I saw your smile on Sunday,
It's madness when your here
But you're never too far
Within grasping reach.
You and your insanity.
Warm when its near.
Wrapping and enveloping.
Blanketed in the madness.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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