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Jun 2016
While the moon is waxing I am waning

Can you see the stars are dimming?

The dancing light may catch your eye, but you are blind to each black hole that threatens to engulf them

Will you miss your stars once you cannot find them in the sky?
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
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