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dreams are like paper bags torn apart by weather memories lost into oblivion drippings of madness wind tosses them up gravity drops them lifeless blue skies turn aquamarine turbulent violence plays quickened pace tells lies we all fall prey to them dreams drown in deep rivers maidens let their hair down pleasing to their masters lava flowing rice paper flaxen yet golden racing dreams are made of rivers |
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| dreamsicle |
crimson battle fields leave no trace victims of heartbreak and sorrow wars against humanity and women feminity given to weakness is gone pink dresses didn't have fault give the blame to rock stars and gnomes cleanliness is our biggest hero red may be darker but it is still pink |
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