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once a month when you see the moon basking in the glow of her lunar lunacy her belly filled to the brim with stardust hauling the drunken songs of sailors to her like a tide i hope you think of me.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
wax and wane
once a month when you see the moon basking in the glow of her lunar lunacy her belly filled to the brim with stardust hauling the drunken songs of sailors to her like a tide i hope you think of me.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
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