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Nov 2015
Out in space
There's too much to face
In one sitting
So i'll stare into your terrific eyes instead
Go ahead, call me ******* in the head
But i told myself as a little boy that i was going to be an Astronaut
How did i predict the future so easily?
I'd rather be a poet than an Astronaut any day, babe
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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