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Jan 2021
Only if she isn't the moon,
roped down from heaven,
if she doesn't keep time
for your symphonies with her step
if she leaves you as you were,
instead of fever-stricken, breathless, burning
if you forget her when she's gone
and remember how to sleep without her
then you should let her go.
Written by
Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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