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Jul 2015
sandpaper eyes
the stars all cry
in harmony
i'm sleepy
and if i don't find a bed soon
i'll curl up neatly under the moon
and allow her to sing me
to sleep and dream of you
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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