Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to form
Crop circles in the carpet
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feeling
S p i n me around again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets
Amess with people
Would stop to hold
Their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
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aww this just made my fucking night.
Bless you.
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<3 Amber
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