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Drone in a zone It's his own private place that he owns And you think he's got no thoughts But he isnt awake yet Wait He's still not awake. What happened? Where did he go? Can he not hear our flow? Look he opened his eyes! Maybe he will take off his hellish discuise! "The trees are dead." He says. How sad The tops of his eyes fell again. I wonder if he was always a drone. I guess we will never know. Due to the fact that he's stuck in the phone zone.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
Stuck in the Zone.
Drone in a zone It's his own private place that he owns And you think he's got no thoughts But he isnt awake yet Wait He's still not awake. What happened? Where did he go? Can he not hear our flow? Look he opened his eyes! Maybe he will take off his hellish discuise! "The trees are dead." He says. How sad The tops of his eyes fell again. I wonder if he was always a drone. I guess we will never know. Due to the fact that he's stuck in the phone zone.
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
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