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My skin as white as house hold bleach The stars are hopelessly out of reach I munch on cheddar pringles As I lay on roof shingles The air cuts right through The moon looks so blue It's chilling It's thrilling Goosebumps dot my skin And I don't know where to begin Basking in the moon's heavenly glow I feel things I shouldn't know It surges through my veins Moving faster than hypersonic jet planes And it flies up my wind pipe Oh the moment is ripe And it erupts It disrupts The surrounding air And I don't care It's instantaneous Utterly spontaneous   My words are torrential Unlimited potential
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Moon
My skin as white as house hold bleach The stars are hopelessly out of reach I munch on cheddar pringles As I lay on roof shingles The air cuts right through The moon looks so blue It's chilling It's thrilling Goosebumps dot my skin And I don't know where to begin Basking in the moon's heavenly glow I feel things I shouldn't know It surges through my veins Moving faster than hypersonic jet planes And it flies up my wind pipe Oh the moment is ripe And it erupts It disrupts The surrounding air And I don't care It's instantaneous Utterly spontaneous   My words are torrential Unlimited potential
patrick-mccombs-1
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
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