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[soillusory]

All this talk of disillusion, and there is still what's left between the parentheses. There are thoughts, there is writing, but you cannot feel what you refuse to hear. Your senses are disenchanted by the tempo. Poetic scars of fairytales that were written off as bad debt. Never needed Peter Pan to fly, only ever wanted you in my window. You never

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[laxicafe]

great post as usual!