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Feb 2016
Way up past the clouds,
Atop a gently swaying tree,
Is a sight of the serene sea,
A pride of lion so proud,
I clenched onto the tree,
Not letting go,
NOT LETTING GO
....
If i let go.
I'll be lions' **** by morning.
HELP.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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   katie and ---
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