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Dec 2024
As  Lisa falls asleep
She feels her soul leave her body
As it shoots to the moon
Alas she is alive
She is now on the moon
This happened 200 year ago
Long before the thought of astral projection
And to this day you see her
Face blend in the craters of the moon
Flea
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Flea  35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa
(35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa)   
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