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Apr 2015
the sky had a case of random cloudiness, the moon,
the stars could still gaze upon the Earth from the
glass shelves, that only rarely let the stars fall and
the moon change shape, like the way your *******
heave when I kiss the nape of your neck
many times
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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