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Jul 2015
Is it comfortable up there holding the moon in place?
Do your arms ever get tired?
Don't you know that's not your job?
You were supposed to be a shooting star, not my personal gravity.
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
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