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When I was younger I saw stars in everything But now my mind has turned to cityscapes, Angular in design I look up and see only the glimmer of passing planes Everything has turned into a product of the unattainable I miss the stars, the past, the memories But perhaps this city skyline isn't so bad
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Younger Years
When I was younger I saw stars in everything But now my mind has turned to cityscapes, Angular in design I look up and see only the glimmer of passing planes Everything has turned into a product of the unattainable I miss the stars, the past, the memories But perhaps this city skyline isn't so bad
luna-craft
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
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