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Dec 2016
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said
hello. The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
Hank Roberts
Written by
Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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