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I'm trying to explain my dreams
saying there is no 3 dimensional vision
I mean to say as it is described in films
but in reality the perception is becoming more conditioned
She locks herself in a room
Feels like a motel with a lot of vacancy
no allotment for the untruth
the mind gets more focused on a need
we wander in the high corn
There are3 wheelers in our midst
It is time to dine
among the greatest weed unknown
given shelter
It is a train station in Birmingham
drives us crazy with memories
The last place on Earth
It feels like it is time
Generated
I give you my blood
and it courses
umbilical