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Unicorn  You were a figment of daydream, all the quirks and intricacies  of my little girl fantasies  manifested in reality.  Charmed, I fell, against better judgment, stumbling as though intoxicated under spell, blinded by the pixie dust twinkling around your head.   I should have known I was imagining you in that moment, hallucinating, because after I wiped the dust from my eyes, I saw you weren’t perfect after all.

Listen to All Time Low. That’s my only advice for the day.

–Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

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