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Dec 2017
Above floats my cosmic bride
Calling faint to join
Serenade of eons ride
Whisper upon my sill
Come...
Rest your head.
Above,
Below, nevertheless
Cryptic pride kills
All
Men.
Except I, the poor stargazer.
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Andrew  20/M
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   Skye Marshmallow
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