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Feb 2018
He’s eccentric like that,
he travels to the moon to fish,
As for me?
Well, I hide in the fog of his universe..

Why shine?
His fishing rod will not reel me in.
He wants to catch a fish…………,
I’m just a star!


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2/20/2018
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Leydis  41/F/NYC
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