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Pale skin, thin hair, foggy eyes, and fragile limbs, as showing ribs heave in the neon lit engine room, of a cruise ship lost in the deep. In the distance, a planet shines, setting the coordinates, the reprise activates their minds, as they collectively decide, to call it Earth.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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Pale skin, thin hair, foggy eyes, and fragile limbs, as showing ribs heave in the neon lit engine room, of a cruise ship lost in the deep. In the distance, a planet shines, setting the coordinates, the reprise activates their minds, as they collectively decide, to call it Earth.
Mikhael
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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