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Through the Looking Glass

Through the looking glass, I stare at the horizon of insanity,
The fine line between fantasy and reality. Which will I choose?
I take a deep breath, one last hit, one last look before I jump
Into the eternal sleep of love and ecstasy…
And then I just let go, becoming alive, leaving the world behind,
Lost in free fall.





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