Sheeit that i like to write

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this is a world unlike any other
where phantoms dream and long to be discovered
by holding out hands pretending to understand
that the very gesture leads them into a land
where they stand on their own, where they make up my home

please believe and decieve again
in the laughs that laugh at men
for if all that i am is complete with a plan
then forget about the moment when i looked to you and i asked
for your hand, and you said this could never end

sad said she i am
we dance alone cuz we understand
sad said she am i
the quiet sounds as though it were to die