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Hey bud
Eyes closed
Head dent.
Its so nicing in here today, the hurricanes have passed, the wind is soft,.. sand no longer in my iris grinding my eyelids just the floaters out for a spin around the whites and brown of my eyes, must be like a white moon
Never take such a peaceful place for granted your as lucky as you believe your wants.
The faint whisper of the news on tv and iggy pop on my phone, the harmony works i dont dare try to dismantle it , perfection comes in many forms
Blink. I lost my count 311, 182 oh here it is 0u812
Haha haha
Head dent.
Its so nicing in here today, the hurricanes have passed, the wind is soft,.. sand no longer in my iris grinding my eyelids just the floaters out for a spin around the whites and brown of my eyes, must be like a white moon
Never take such a peaceful place for granted your as lucky as you believe your wants.
The faint whisper of the news on tv and iggy pop on my phone, the harmony works i dont dare try to dismantle it , perfection comes in many forms
Blink. I lost my count 311, 182 oh here it is 0u812
Haha haha
Published 25th Apr 2017
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