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pantomime lunch

I'll wait in the shed
So I can creep back to my head
You said you were true
But am not like you
Is it ours
Is it yours
Is it your head
Is it your floor
In the chimera of your existence
In doubt of your sickness
I believe
I believe
In plastic trees
In fusion
Of your illusion
I believe
I believe
I believe
In plastic trees

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  • lovesLennon
    September 13
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    sounds like somthing john lennon would write. i like it!