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Overhead, overhead To look up and muse at a thing with no way to reach it Is this perfection finally perceived? I wonder, Is the natural state of the best things far, distant? Perhaps to break something is to touch it
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
Overhead
Overhead, overhead To look up and muse at a thing with no way to reach it Is this perfection finally perceived? I wonder, Is the natural state of the best things far, distant? Perhaps to break something is to touch it
mildlywindy
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
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