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Jun 2016
I opened the airlock and stared into the blackness of space.
It's cold on my skin as the look of blue and purple creep up my fingertips.
I hold on to the latch and try to maintain my gravity.
All  it  takes
I breathe in no air.
One  Step
I've told myself over and over. If i step out i'm never going back..
But how will i know?
WHEEZE  WHEEZE
If i never step out then i'll never know what could've happened.
I take a step-step-step out.
cough
wheeze
cough
I take a step-step-step out.
Starman save me.
wheeze
And crawling on the planets face,
Insects called the human race.
Lost in time.
Lost in space.
And meaning.
Lunar Vacancy
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Lunar Vacancy  16/F/Anywhere But Here
(16/F/Anywhere But Here)   
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     Lazhar Bouazzi, --- and - Aquamarine
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