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[glitter_regalia]

My dreams lately have been a place I've dreamt of before, with long roads stretched out into timber piles and lumber towns. The 101 was on a broken platform made of splintered wood. The gap between the two sides of the road spans a chasm filled with broken wood. Big road signs loom, Mark-Ryden-Desperation syle. The setting seemed far more important

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[phrenia]

and we all fall down

kindling for the embers of our lives

we're all set up in houses of matches
ready to burn down to nothing

Maybe you just like wood. It's pretty, after all.

[glitter_regalia]

Why again are we not writing together?

Sunny could take pictures, softer world style.