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May 2010
As we would sing
into each others'
eyes, the moon
clapped along to
our celestial beat
and our souls
danced with bodies
of stars. We
worshiped the
sun and folk
music until
we burned with
joy, the day
the world
ended.
Written by
okirsten
784
   Geoff Rust
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