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Dec 2014
i stretched my arm out across the world
to find someone's hand to hold,
when the sun was cold,
and the moon was black pearled.

twice they turned their back on me,
and twice i faltered in the spilt blood of three.

oh, stars, i can't reach you.
carry me, ascension!

only the stars know true
aj
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aj  18/M/Texas
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