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Eyelids droop dropping out of the loop everything's turning black. But tomorrow willing I will be back, where else would I be? There's a show on the radio, 'archive on four' I can listen with my eyes closed. ( that must be my superpower ) Dreams of Krypton moving on a celestial plane.
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Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 4:05 PM UTC
Tuckered out.
Eyelids droop dropping out of the loop everything's turning black. But tomorrow willing I will be back, where else would I be? There's a show on the radio, 'archive on four' I can listen with my eyes closed. ( that must be my superpower ) Dreams of Krypton moving on a celestial plane.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 4:05 PM UTC
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