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An earth square shaped
And a table circular
A sky full of machines
And the floors nuclear
The things between
Stack of papers, pen, n me
Flying, gliding
In my imagination, u see
And suddenly I collapsed,
I saw and I was relieved
I observed and I was hurt
Beside me, on the floor
Reality stood at the door.
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Updated on December 20, 2017
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