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Jun 2016
She’s a black hole.  I’m no source of light.
Still I pour all I have, and I fight, and I fight.
We’ll stretch ourselves thin in service to tide.
And I’ll look to the moon, and I’ll hide, and I’ll hide.
Written by
     Lucy, a l clewshad, --- and C
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