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Reality is the illusion of twinkling lights flying on a jet plane leaves of trees covering and uncovering glimpses of peeking light flicker on and off from such great heights surrounded by a halo gleaming warmth through frosted glass when you descend to the earth a stagnant faint stream of light illuminates streets where working people lay forgoing their dreams
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
Reality
Reality is the illusion of twinkling lights flying on a jet plane leaves of trees covering and uncovering glimpses of peeking light flicker on and off from such great heights surrounded by a halo gleaming warmth through frosted glass when you descend to the earth a stagnant faint stream of light illuminates streets where working people lay forgoing their dreams
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
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