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Nov 2016
you stay and you're pretend-boy
stuck in space like you're alone, afraid-boy
you call me runaway-girl
but I'm just being natural
collapse and explode
like space molecules, I rather float on my own
than stay the same, boy
I hope we cross orbits another day.
Mia Wallace
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Mia Wallace  California
(California)   
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   Dana Colgan
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