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it's 11:11pm where sorrowful low spirits cry sanguine prays to the other side of the sky the galaxy listens maybe a little too closely the cold atmosphere holds many's outbursts collecting agony and desires one too many wishes for the young stars to bear. but listen to our ambition, observe our devotion, sympathise our situation. scrutinise the inclination of our appetite. it's 11:11pm it's a galactic duty for the baby stars, not for too long. because nobody likes waiting. so create that miracle of ours and f a l l
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
galactic photosynthesis
it's 11:11pm where sorrowful low spirits cry sanguine prays to the other side of the sky the galaxy listens maybe a little too closely the cold atmosphere holds many's outbursts collecting agony and desires one too many wishes for the young stars to bear. but listen to our ambition, observe our devotion, sympathise our situation. scrutinise the inclination of our appetite. it's 11:11pm it's a galactic duty for the baby stars, not for too long. because nobody likes waiting. so create that miracle of ours and f a l l
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Jul 3, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
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