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The moon’s an icy iron that them who long that stars were dreams and dreams were things hold gently to their hearts.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Moon
The moon’s an icy iron that them who long that stars were dreams and dreams were things hold gently to their hearts.
Luna lights the raging hunger of my heart, For heat of day to stay away, From cremating my art.
cameron-marshall-tetz
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
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