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Deep breaths, shallow steps far from the nest, thoughts squeezed dry in the press. Tired with rash, I've stained my sash, curbed here like sun-baked trash. Longing for stars, head dizzy from bars This alien's homesick for Mars.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
This alien
Deep breaths, shallow steps far from the nest, thoughts squeezed dry in the press. Tired with rash, I've stained my sash, curbed here like sun-baked trash. Longing for stars, head dizzy from bars This alien's homesick for Mars.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
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