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Jun 2014
The words made of pixels sent from palm to palm never felt so sweet.

Longing for the touch of another's presence reminiscing the night air.

Let me skip Moon rocks on the stars outside my window to let you know I'm here.

Let me paint you a picture with every Shooting star.

Minutes and miles that's all they are.

Obstacles and static interference.
ellis danzel
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ellis danzel  Bloomington, Indiana
(Bloomington, Indiana)   
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