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Mar 2014
just, imagine.
sleeping at once
without the laughs
ringing in front of you
singing your past
must it linger around
or push you back.
give it a moment.
itll crack their mask
with the crash of waves
what a wonderful sound
trust me
they will all give out
from under their couch
like all the sense they found
to buy their last pack
their last pack in town.
Written by
Chancellor  Forest
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