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There's a comet in my throat It flies too fast to see But its friction burns And only I can feel it Is it a comet at all? Or a planet shot out of orbit By an asteroid three times its size Hurling and screaming
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
shooting star
There's a comet in my throat It flies too fast to see But its friction burns And only I can feel it Is it a comet at all? Or a planet shot out of orbit By an asteroid three times its size Hurling and screaming
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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