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A weird Subway fantasy.. always wished life to be a bit more musical

Will we ever live to our potential?

A whorl wind tornado is forming from powdered dust andpebble to my merry-go round inside my playground Where a child sits on a swing set Alone ..

loss of a child

in a pop goes the weasel fashion

Making plans plans are making building a base to work in steady partnership working to make things work working in a hurry to love that grows ..

The world used to be so vibrant and alive Blurred chaotic confusional mess People buzz like busy bees along the streets The lights of the sky ill..