TØP POEM

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On an isle of flightless birds,
Doubt fills me.
Stressed out,
I build a house of gold,
My car radio has been stolen,
But the fairly local trees soothe me.
We don't believe what's on tv
For lane boy isn't in his own lane.
I take my time on my ride,
Trees surrounding me.

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//sorry for being such an awkward fangirl\\

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