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I'm having a hard time Fanthoming your moods into constellations Your freckles are not stars And your eyes hold no galaxies Faraway places have never left their mark on you Finger-tip traces never bring forth Milkyways
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
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I'm having a hard time Fanthoming your moods into constellations Your freckles are not stars And your eyes hold no galaxies Faraway places have never left their mark on you Finger-tip traces never bring forth Milkyways
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
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