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Oct 2016
No sense in an artificial sunset
So I paint my ceilings into space
No sense in this progression
So I bow for time displaced
No roots for a sound foundation
So I make room for flight
No time for a world's creations
So I paint my day into night
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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