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In the city there lived a boy
He had a pretty sense of joy
And one day when he slept he reached the shores of Neverland
Wrapped in leather
He surfed the veins
Dead and dry trees were shining in grace
And the rainbow tore apart
What a perfect night to start
Lasers in his eyes annihilated the cells
Birds stopped screaming vanishing in space
Lucid dreaming is an art
What a perfect night to start
Glasgow coma state
Friday, 27 May, 19:05,
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