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Welcome to Strawberry Delusion:

Where the walls are made of balloons, 

The laughter of mad sunshine and weeping clouds, 

And the hearth of viridian ghosts. 

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Welcome to the fields of illusions, strawberry nothing disappears causing confusion, where the evil clowns hide behind the walls and the fear of faces bloom in the balloons, the black whole sun covers the day in the heat of the afternoon, viridian ghosts travel in the night, is it real or just an imagination, 

 Welcome to the end of days, where the skeletons walk the surface, psychedelic adventures venture off into our minds, and let the eerie definitions give you a different purpose for your life, view the strawberry blood in the fields, creepy creatures have arrived, so tell me is this real?

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Poets:

TheMadPoetGold

The_Macabre_DarkLord

Enjoy.