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Mar 2016
He
He lives as though the days were nights
and
the nights were days.
He lives as though the skies was always tumbling
and
the grounds was always rumbling.
He lives as though the oxygen he inhales
are the toxic memories of her perfume.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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