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Feb 2018
I heard their laugh
bouncing off the high clouds

shining
glowing
from afar

do you know it's me

I want to **** the sun
though
without it
how will I call the moon
when the sun dies

someone find a way

I can't go see her in
the heavenly
black pit
eileen
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   Elyse Hyland
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