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When my sun is hidden, I must rely upon on my moon’s shine. When my chakra is askew, I must realign. Learning the things I already knew. They flew over my head cause I’m cuckoo.
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
Head Nest
When my sun is hidden, I must rely upon on my moon’s shine. When my chakra is askew, I must realign. Learning the things I already knew. They flew over my head cause I’m cuckoo.
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
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