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Blue Sunshine
The words have fallen silent now and dreams passed away.
The pills have taken over and I don’t know what to say.
My bags have all been packed for me. The driver waits impatiently.
Not car nor driver fits this mystic land.
The hallway doors each filled with they who’s eyes plead out for me to stay,
it hurts to see they do not understand.
I never will forget my time among...
Monday 11th March 2024 5:44 pm
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