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Standing in a polaroid, in a miracle mile

Becoming who i'm meant to be ..

Truth

Watchful as I was upon eden, where every rose harbour I swept to dance upon the air..... sending messages with my feet..... all i ever wanted was not to come up empty. i did it for the dough and the old applause.

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