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Nov 2013
I went outside to look at the stars
I went out, boldly, unafraid
And then I thought
"How nice it would be to kiss you underneath this blanket of stars, this pillow of night holding us up"
And then I realized
You were not there
Suddenly I was aware of the dark and the terrors it held
And I went back inside, alone

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me gs  Wisco
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