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Nov 2018
Put me on a shelf
Set me to the side
Sell me to myself

I’ve gave enough
I think I can go now

The openness is nothing new
It’s nothing I feel

Let’s run to the moon
Let’s swallow the sun
I can show you the room
I can show you some fun

Where will you be then
Where are you now
Let me know someday
Let me know somehow

I’ll be there.
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Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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