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Dream


I had a dream of a white smiling horse marijuana fields picked fresh daily and the poppies oozed, so fresh so hazy ,I had a dream creatures knew their place , on broken glass they would crawl just for a taste, fresh bread and water was thrown from the wall useless trash discarded, "free scraps for you all".. eat your fill then back to work , "know your place trash" , life is your dessert...
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