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Spaceman with galaxies tied to fingertips Like a puppet you make the universe dance You are their creator with strings of umbilical cords Freckles scattered on your nose were the original constellations Pensive eyes, the first stars and each blink causes galactic explosions Astronomers were unable to properly trace origins but I did the moment you entered my orbit

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lady-lazarus

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Apr 15, 2014

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Notes: draft written on back of coffee shop napkin

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