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Mar 2015
goodbye mission control; thank you for trying
it means *so
much
thatΒ Β you tried to be there
and yell commands through the head set,
when tears clouded my vision
and my head was swimming with tension
you pressed the buttons for me
so thank you mission control,
but its time to look out the window

and see me as a shooting star

salute me as i fall
Death-throws
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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