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Sep 2014
Round and solid
Clanking at every collision
Full of a single passenger
Looking to escape through any means necessary
But when the ship is empty
One may wonder who's driving,
steering
controlling
Guiding this ship to a recycled future
This glass bottle is nothing,
but a spaceship tonight.
Written by
Cassius
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     ryn, NuurSeraph, Ayman Zain and SPT
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