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Fried Whipped Sun. Concrete Moon.

Its is just one of those days

May all your dreams come true.
stand upon giant mountains and scream 
happiness unbound and wings now grow.
Who can hold me down? 
The chains of earth and hell broken. 
The calls of annoyance from un-required obligations of others.
None of those are important. 
I am on wings and eating freedom as though a cake. 
love runs through my veins now. Respect my new cap 
may all my dreams come true. 
May they come true because of you.

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