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Nov 2017
I
can
never
leave you
string me up
leave me to sit
leave me to think
I'm wrapped up in you
sadness, just go, leave me
every time  I  think,  it's of you
poisoned cookies and luke-warm milk
one bite
and you
f   i   n   a   l   l   y   leave me,    a   l   o   n  e        
I can think but only for a minute or two in an hour my skin turns blue
spacewalker
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spacewalker  18/M/Laniakea
(18/M/Laniakea)   
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