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Jul 2022
I saw me crying in the mirror
whilst I pulled the paint of the walls
and I won’t ever be forgotten
while I’m running down the halls

I’ll keep swinging from the ceiling
in and out of your dreams
to keep saving you from your nightmares
of our heartbroken themes
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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     sofolo, TB and Pyrrha
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